[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 3:15 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	*Note: Previous case is on day 11 of 14 - Anyone in Vera's office (Lauren, William, Nora, Mahendra) - Make sure to pm for reaction results. Will need to until you get an all clear from me. 

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Streets Of Cairo:[/u][/color][/b] "Oh girl, you better get used to it if you are going to continue to dress like that. Let's them know you aren't a local from a mile away. They eat up anyone they think they can squeeze for a few extra dollars," Rosheen said with a chuckle as she lead Mosi over back to her booth and shooed away one of the patrons who was obviously just hanging around to talk and not eat. 

	"You wanna talk, you stand," she said and motioned for Mosi to take the seat. The man smirked at her before wandering off, not far, just about a booth down until he found another stool to plop his rear-end on and start up a new conversation to whoever was near. Shaking her head Rosheen turned her attention back to Mosi and nodded a bit. 

	"Robe is a good idea, might want to make a few. Silk is nice but linen and cotton breath better in this heat. Maybe a veil and hair wrap as well. More features you can cover the easier it will be for you to keep the vendors at bay, at least for a while," Rosheen said with a slight laugh as her compatriot sat down a plate of food in front of Mosi.

	"Eat, eat! Sit, enjoy!" he said before going onto the next person. 

	Rosheen just sighed. "What you get for mentioning you wanted to eat around him," she said in a mock frustrated giggle. "Sounds like you have a heck of a day planned out. If ya need a tour guide tomorrow, my day off. Be nice to get away from the men folk and just chat with someone that speaks the language," she said as she leaned back against the counter top. 

[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Vera[/color], [color=82ca9d]Peter[/color], & [color=598527]George[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/527fd18c-bfc8-437c-a1d2-ecd6edd66339.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum: Vera's Office[/center][hr]	

	Vera was shaking like a leaf as she clung to William. Slowly looking up to him. [color=f7976a]"I... it was just... I... well... that... over... there,"[/color] was all she was able to mutter before she started to feel dizzy. Her knees buckling slightly as the image of Georges face came to her mind. 

	[color=598527]"mmm, I'm sorry..."[/color] George said as he watched two people pass out. This was not an uncommon reaction and it made him feel guilty. Perhaps he should have just sent word to Peter instead of coming to meet him in person. Peter on the other hand wasn't having any of it. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Non-sense my good man. Just initial shock is all, my good looks rendered them with a touch of a vapors,"[/color] Peter said with a grin which made George smile slightly. 

	[color=598527]"Yeah... face only a mother could love,"[/color] George countered which made Peter burst out laughing as Neema glanced at them. 

	[color=82ca9d]"You tweed, excuse me whilst I go and check on my lady,"[/color] he said, wanting to make sure that Vera wasn't horizontal as well. George nodded and folded his page cap in half. Stuffing it into his pocket he didn't say anything else, just grabbed a pillow and gently set it under the heads of those that had fainted. Working his way carefully over to the couch he began to pour several glasses of water. Leaving most of them there he picked on up and slowly and carefully walked over towards Lauren and Neema. 

	[color=598527]"Again... mmm, I'm sorry..."[/color] he said as he held out the glass towards Lauren. Neema stayed next to Lauren, not moving just yet to make sure the woman didn't end up running off again but she didn't reach for the glass. Waiting to see what happened. 

	Peter rounded the corner and spotted Vera in the arms of William. [color=82ca9d]"Vera darling, are you quite alright? It was a bit of a jolt I know but I promise you, he is as good a man as they come. Even if he is an American,"[/color] he said, giving a bit of a glance towards William as he held his hand out towards Vera. 
	
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Aziza Tarek[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i.makeagif.com/media/11-29-2015/4-VqKu.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Her Quarters[/center][hr]	

	[color=a187be]"Some wars never end until we let them,"[/color] Aziza said quietly as she sat down next to him. She wasn't looking at him as she spoke. Simply looking down at their hands as she ran her fingers gently over his skin. She probably would never be able to fully understand what he had gone through during the war but she had dealt and was dealing with her own tragedy. It was something. 

	[color=a187be]"Look at these hands. So rough, strong. They have been through a lot. Yet, you are able to calm me and sooth me with them. It is amazing what we can do when we aren't even trying,"[/color] she added in a soft voice before her eyes came up slowly and found his. There was a gentle smile on her lips as she gazed into his eyes and gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. Bringing his hand to her mouth she pressed her lips to the back of his hand and kissed it softly. 

	[color=a187be]"Just start where ever you feel. I will listen, as long as you need me to. Rest of my life if it takes it,"[/color] she said as she lowered his hand and moved closer to him. Resting her head against his shoulder she relaxed a bit and looked across the room. Maybe just being close to him and letting him know she was there would be enough. [color=a187be]"You don't have to talk either. We can just sit if you would rather."[/color]