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Lauren was still pretty much incoherent as she kept muttering to herself over and over again even as Mahendra came over to her to see if she was alright. Her hands were shaking ever so slightly as she was still trying to process what exactly she had jus seen and then Neema coming over to comfort her as well. Lauren turned her head slightly to look up at Peter as he mentioned who was out by the door, she was starting to calm down taking a few deep breathes and turned to look at Mahendra. "I'm fine, just this wasn't something that I was expecting to see.." Lauren explained. Lauren listened to Peter so he was a guy that Peter had served with, looking down at her feet feeling ashamed at her reaction towards the man. It wasn't like he had a choice to the injury to his face, she closed her eyes and thanked both Mahendra and Neema for comforting her. "Thank you." Lauren said softly.

When Peter finally waved George in Lauren let out a soft sigh as she watched him enter the room, it was still a scary sight to see just as Vera had nearly the same exact reaction that she had. Lauren watched as Vera ran out of the room, she met George's gaze biing her lower lip for a moment and shyly gave him a wave. "I am really sorry for my reaction, I uh wasn't something I was expecting to see." Lauren admied.
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Mahendra Huq Zalil




Location:The Egyptian Museum



"Well whatever this was, I promise you that no harm shall come to you Miss." Mahendra said assuringly to Lauren, just feeling a sense of relief that she wasn't actually hurt or harmed in any physical way, though her panic made him concerned of what actually had spooked her outside of the office. He turned to look at Peter as he explained the circumstances. Curious, but still explainable; women tended not to cope with the horrors of war as well as men, gentle creatures as they were.

"No need to thank me, Miss Ridgeway. It is quite allri…" Mahendra had began to say, halfway speaking to Lauren while he took a few steps towards the man coming in through the door. If it was a fellow soldier from The War, Mahendra was ready to greet him like a proper soldier, regardless of his wounds or crippled appearance. But once his eye set on George's eyes…no, one eye while the other remained as still as a snakes' hypnotic stare right before it unleashed its deadly fangs, he couldn't push out the remaining words. And for that matter, his whole body stiffened up. What in the name of Vishnu was this man? No, this was the work of Yama, punishing him for whatever evil deeds Mahendra had done in good faith. What else could it be?

He remained standing stiff as a board for a few more seconds, simply staring terrified at George and struggling to finish his words, before he slowly began to lean backwards. Further and further, until his body couldn't keep itself standing. With a loud thud, the Bengali fell hard on his back, fainted.
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Nora Kingston

Location: the Museum


Nora quietly observed Lady Munn's body language with the Lord Captain. It appeared to be force and void of much desire on Lady Munn's part, something that struck her as all the more curious. Lady Munn didn't strike her as the sort to enter courtship without having affection for the other. But yet, she could not in good confidence believe that Lady Munn had any feelings for the Lord Captain that went beyond friendship.

Her eyes flickered to the shadow waiting outside the door. As Peter explained it was a friend of his from the War, Nora began to understand Lauren's reaction. Nora's brother, Ernest, had died in the War. However, she hadn't been able to see his body. His casket was closed during the funeral, in order to preserve everyone's genteel sensibilities. Her sisters and mother were practically inconsolable that day, Nora recalled, wailing loudly enough to wake the dead. Nora had cried quietly into a handkerchief. She didn't wish to create a spectacle of herself.

Yet even with the aid of Peter's preparation, it was not enough. As George entered the room and raised his head, Nora looked at him directly. She found that she couldn't look away and as she stared into his false eye, she let out a shrill and violent scream. She felt like a small girl once more, on the brink of death due to illness. George's false eye was a portal through which Death itself seemed to be staring back at her. And before she could even mumble an apology for the scream or come to her senses, she collapsed to the ground with a thud, seconds after Mahendra had done the very same.
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Harry Walsh


Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Stables -> Aziza's Quarters



Harry gave no initial response to Aziza outside of a gentle nod as he allowed her to lace her fingers with his own. He could think of very little as he walked along behind her, allowing her to lead him through the base and up to her quarters. Had he been one of the many soldiers on the base he likely would have considered something untoward was going on, but he could not even consider such thoughts in a humorous manner as he followed along behind her. He had come to Cairo in order to write his story, and yet in this moment now where he might have been able to tell it to someone who would truly listen, he found pause.

There was no reason for him to tell Aziza, she believed it would help him, but he remained unsure of how much it truly would. With the way things had gone, Harry believed it likely that his memories would linger with him forever, that there would be no escaping them regardless of who he told or how he said it, why should he have burdened her with it as well?

As they reached her room, he let his hand slip from hers and watched as she placed down her things. As he watched her and the concern in her eyes, it filled him with warmth, but at the same time, stung. As he saw the concern she had for him he knew he was a burden for her. Though it had not been his intention, and though he knew deep down she would never call him such, he knew he was placing his woes upon her, and it hurt him to think that he had done so. Gently, Harry took her hands, moving to sit as he watched her carefully. "It's hard to think of where I should begin... I guess the war has just never really ended for me." It was almost impossible to explain, Harry just knew he would have to try his best to help her understand.





William Drake



Location: The Egyptian Museum



As he looked over the tomes, William found himself somewhat surprised. Not that the majority seemed to be missing, no, he knew how thorough Vera was, and as such hadn't expected to find much. But her work was quite different to how it usually was, there was much less of a focus on the more complex theories first, and he couldn't help but wonder just how frazzled her mind had been that she had to focus on such basic theories first and foremost.

He had begun to do what he could to commit to memory the work she had done and expand upon it somewhat when he heard the crash in the other room along with Vera's scream. In an instant, William began to move back towards the room to see what the commotion was about when he saw Vera come running in and press herself against him. He was taken aback at first, gently setting his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her. "It's alright, what's the matter?" He asked, focused on her first and foremost, though he did briefly glance back towards the corner she'd come around, curious and wary as to what startled her.
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October 4th, 1924 - 3:15 P.M. Local Time


*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.

Streets Of Cairo: "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.


Vera, Peter, & George


Location: Egyptian Museum: Vera's Office



Vera was shaking like a leaf as she clung to William. Slowly looking up to him. "I... it was just... I... well... that... over... there," 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.

"mmm, I'm sorry..." 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.

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

"Yeah... face only a mother could love," George countered which made Peter burst out laughing as Neema glanced at them.

"You tweed, excuse me whilst I go and check on my lady," 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.

"Again... mmm, I'm sorry..." 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. "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," he said, giving a bit of a glance towards William as he held his hand out towards Vera.


Aziza Tarek


Location: Her Quarters



"Some wars never end until we let them," 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.

"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," 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.

"Just start where ever you feel. I will listen, as long as you need me to. Rest of my life if it takes it," 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. "You don't have to talk either. We can just sit if you would rather."
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Reginald, Josephine, & Haakon


Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks




"Down to business, eh?" responded the Lord Major, seemingly in a genuinely good mood. "Yes, quite. There are occasions that I politely admire the directness of the American woman; rather some American women, at any rate. In the spirit of this, I shall attempt to put aside the majority of my dallying."

Reginald opened a drawer and removed a bottle of aged, single malt scotch. He poured a dram into a squared tumbler glass and motioned with the bottle, as to offer. "For starters, madame, I am a little curious as to the state of affairs within the Prison. I have heard rumors that, with the transition of power, the Warden has become a bit more of a despot than previous years. Were you mistreated?"

It was straight to brass tacks then. Josephine would let the American women comment go for now. There were bigger things to acknowledge. "It depends on what you would call mistreated, one supposes. Physically, I believe neither myself nor Haakon was harmed in any capacity, but the man was rude, ruthless, and I dare say if I had stayed a moment longer in his office, I would have been in a rather uncomfortable position." She put a hand on her heart to emphasize her point.

"Do excuse me, sir. It's a moment I'd rather soon forget. I suppose being the Warden, you need a firm hand, but considering Haakon and I did nothing wrong other than trying to help Aziza, it seemed a tad too much for simple questioning."

Nodding understandingly, the Lord Major then cleared his throat and sipped from his glass of neat, dark amber liquor. "I see. To be frank, Miss, the Warden is a disreputable man that grew up in a legal system that is, to our experience, barbaric. However, with the decline of the direct influence of the British Empire in this area, he is trying to take advantage of a power vacuum, I fear. It was one of the reasons I wanted a representative of The Crown on standby with yourself and your reporter friend, you see. The odoriferous fellow needs pressure and oversight, else I fear the corruption will only grow." Reginald sighed. "I have come to love Cairo, Miss Clark. And many of its inhabitants. Young Aziza is one of these people. My time on this earth remaining to me is shorter than than what has passed. We all do what we must." He cleared his throat, sipped again, and asked a pointed question. "Considering that we cannot discuss the enterprise we are embarking upon, Miss, what motivates your participation?"

Truth be told, Josephine hadn't given it much thought. She assumed she was being taken along because of the mark on her finger and her dreams. Was there more to it? "I've come to enjoy my time here as well, even though no one seems to know who I am in these parts. Really, I'll be frank, that upsets me more than I let on, but I suppose it does make some sense. I'll admit, my motivations were purely selfish. I saw in this adventure a movie opportunity that I know people would love back home in Hollywood. However, I can see how this all needs to be kept in secret and I would not betray whatever trust was put on me. Especially by Aziza, whom you mentioned. I've come to care about the woman, as well. We girls need to stick together, as it were."

She looked down at her finger, "I'll also admit to curiosity. Why me? Why was I chosen? Why do I get these dreams that keep me up most nights? Why this mark on my finger? I'd like the answers to these questions before I even think of returning home, or I would go simply mad."

The older man nodded, seeming to understand at least some of what Josephine was communicating. Though he retained guarded suspicion, Reginald was at least beginning to believe that the woman in his presence was showing vulnerable honesty. Though she was American. And an actress. "Indeed madame, I must confess my own gnawing curiosity as to what is happening to us all. Quite possibly, this is my final grand adventure, you see. And you are also correct in your observation that you women should watch over one another. I know Aziza is a survivor, though I do not add more to her troubles. She needs genuine friends."

Leaning forward, Reginald spoke in quieter tones. "Understand, Miss Clark, that the secrecy here is also required for the success of this venture. If others knew what we were doing and why, people of lesser understanding would swarm like locusts. Besides, if we are successful in our endeavors, the story will need to be told somehow, though understandably after our dear Aziza is in a position of greater security." He almost seemed grandfatherly in demeanor. "Just one more question as relates to our friend's well being, Miss. I need to corroborate the timetable that the lads with the Embassy gave me. Sharp fellows, those. Scientific. But I digress; when Haakon penciled the last entry into his notebook, that was in route to this military base, yes?"

Josephine had to think about that for a second. She knew Haakon didn't have his journal with him after their belongings were taken and she hadn't seen him write anything else. "Yes, I do believe that is correct." It seemed simple enough, but she wasn't sure if she just threw Haakon to the wolves.

However, her mood picked up a bit after hearing about the possibility of the story being told. Of course, Aziza would need to be protected and she wanted nothing more than to make sure the woman was looked after, but the thought that this could eventually get on the silver screen perked her up considerably. Imagine it. Herself on the big screen playing...herself! What wonders! And with the possibility of sound in movies on the horizon? Truly, this was a golden age!

She brought herself back from her daydream. "I will do whatever is within my power to keep her safe." Though she was pretty sure the Captain that often accompanied Aziza would do a far better job.

The Lord Major's own mood seemed to brighten. "Excellent, Miss Clark. Thank you so much for indulging an old man. Understand, the Papers of Nondisclosure are still a binding contract, but like any contract, it can expire based upon specific condition. I've no wish to stymie others' careers (even your reporter friend's), and I should prefer that this is made open knowledge for my own selfish ends, but at the right time." He finished off the contents of his glass, and switched conversational tempo. "Well then, that wasn't so dreadful, now was it? I believe all official queries have been taken care of on your end, madame. If you are inclined toward it, please do enjoy the hospitality and security of the Qasr El Nil Barracks as my guest. Otherwise, I would be grateful for your address and contact information, so as to better assist in organizing the upcoming venture. I've a notion that a lady of your talents will be required before our time is through. Have you any questions for me?"

"None at the moment, darling. If I do have one later, I'll be sure to ask. If you don't mind, I think I would enjoy your hospitality. That was a lovely tea service they provided when we got back." She took a moment to bask in the fact that her use here would be coming shortly. She stood up, "If nothing else, I suppose I'll head out. I would prefer walking back with Haakon, if possible, but I'll wait outside for him. Shall I send him in?"

Reginald nodded his head, "Very good, very good. If you would please, just inform the guard that our meeting has concluded and take a seat, if you feel the need to wait. Otherwise, the public areas of the base are at your disposal, as is the Officers' Club if you so desire. I believe Lady Munn is having her own gathering of more scholastic persons at the Museum, just across the yard, if it so piques your interest. All that aside, do enjoy the rest of your day." He rose from his chair and extended a hand, "A pleasure, Miss Clark."

Josephine took the man's hand and firmly shook it. Possibly harder than one might have expected from her. She smiled knowingly before she walked out the door. "Our meeting is done. I believe he is ready for Haakon now," she told the guard. She smiled at the reporter before she took a seat "Wasn't so bad. I'll wait out here for you." She debated going to the museum to see the scholastic ones as the Lord Major put it. It might be fun.

The guard stepped away from the door to Reginald's office and turned to Haakon. A brief look was given to Josephine, somewhat quizzical in nature. Apparently, he didn't expect the starlet to remain in the lobby. Still, his task was simple. A quick sentence accented with the origins of London proper bid the reporter that,

"The Lord Major will receive you now, sir."

The guard moved smartly back to the door to the office, struck an At Attention stance, and held it open to accommodate Haakon.

Haakon looked up at Josephine as she came out of the door and sat down, trying not to act surprised or nervous for whatever was to take place soon. But her smile and nonchalant comment on it not being so bad eased Haakon a little. Perhaps he had indeed been overthinking it? He doubted it as he got up from the chair and walked up to the guard waiting for him. He figured he was either being confronted with his writing, or flogged for his behaviour towards Peter the day before. But it was now or never, as he entered the office.

"Down to business, then!" initiated the Lord Major, still seemingly in good spirits. "Do have a seat, Mr. Elvsgaard." Reginald unstoppered his bottle of fine, aged scotch whisky, and poured another dram into his squared tumbler. Again he motioned with the bottle, offering similar libation to his guest. "For starters, sir, I am concerned as to the state of affairs within the Prison." Reginald had the oddest feeling of deja vu. "I have heard rumors that, with the waning influence of the Empire in Egypt, the Warden has become a bit more of a despot. Were you mistreated?"

"Yes please, Lord Major." Haakon was not expecting to be treated with a glass of whiskey, but his pleaset surprise couldn't be hidden from his face as he sat down and accepted the Lord Major's offer. "Not entirely..." was Haakon's immiediate response. He sighed, not happy to think about what had happened in the prison. Or rather what could have happened. "The worst of it was the location of my questioning really. Someone had just been...interrogated there before me, and I suspect it was our murderous friend from last night's events. Anyhow, I was not mistreated physically; only assumed that I was a murderer, thief and low-life criminal. If I had not been a foreigner, I fear that it had been worse."

"Yes, quite... foreigner..." mused Reginald, not entirely supporting the explanation given. He poured another glass of scotch and swirled it a bit before handing it over. "Well, as I explained to Josephine a moment earlier, the Warden's upbringing in the system of jurisprudence found locally, prior to the influence of the Empire, of course, is a thing that we might find wholly distasteful. As it is presently, the influence of the Crown is waning in Egypt, though we still have teeth. The Warden understands this, and seeks to take advantage for his own gain. Nothing I might not do in the same position, though I consider myself a fairer man than he. It is that exact reason why I insisted upon the soldiery accompanying you and your actress friend to the prison. Oversight and pressure, you see." He took a sip from his glass, and switched direction with the conversation. "A question, if you would be as kind as to indulge. Considering that this business cannot be discussed outside of others already involved, what motivates your continued participation?"

"Yes, that does sound like a good explaination." chuckled Haakon, gladly accepting the glass of scotch and taking a brief sniff of it. Still not a good French liquer, but good enough. The British still having armed forced in Egypt, protecting the people the warden questioned, yes that did sound like a better reason to go soft on them. Gunboat diplomacy at its finest. "My motivations? Well, I guess finding out the cause for this branding..." Haakon answered to the Lord-Major, holding up his hand with the branded finger. He still felt an unease about it, even with the pain gone. "...including what seems to be an disproportionate number of coincedences the past days. And if I may be honest, Sir?" He paused, leaning forward in a manner of seriousness and secrecy, though he doubted they were being listened to. "To be given the story of the century by Sir Keystone, Peter, as he put himself yesterday. But I've decided to kindly retract his offer, to show that I am not merely in this just because of my own interest."

Reginald took another sip, letting the subtleties of the whisky linger on his palate for a moment before continuing. "Indeed, sir. One cannot embark upon every adventure purely for one's self. It is a fine lesson, and I am glad to see that you are learning it in your younger years." He set the glass down on the desk in front of him, continuing, "It is much the way I feel about certain persons within Cairo at this time. Secrecy has a way of assisting success and saving lives, as any soldier will tell you. The less people know about our little venture, the better chance that we shall remain unmolested by less ethical entities. Further, because of Aziza's involvement, it ensures her safety. You do not know her situation, sir. I shall not tell you. Suffice it to say, I have come to care a great deal for her and will continue to do what I must to assist her. To that end, I have a question."

Taking a careful, searching look at Haakon, Reginald nodded slightly before addressing the man. "The last entry in your journal: Was it entered before or after we came to our agreement in the hotel?"

And so it had come to That; the very center of this Greek play of drama, where the hero would either triumph over his titanic struggle or succumbe to it in a grave manner. Haakon's eyes didn't drift away from the Lord Major, though he wanted to have something else to look at as he quickly pondered on what his answer should be. He looked up for a brief moment, took a sip of his glass, tasting the smokey liquid against his tounge and further down his throat, before he looked back at the Lord Major.

"Considering we're having this very conversation, Sir, I am afraid it was written after our oral agreement at the hotel. I wrote it as we drove here. I tried to gather my thoughts after all that had happened, which cliché as it sounds, involved writing down Miss Tarek's name. Looking back at it, I see it was foolish, even if it was just a note for me to apologize to her for whatever distress I caused her."

Haakon breathed out, both glad and partly scared to have this conversation now. Like jumping into the icy waters, it was best to just do it and get over with it.

"I see." said the Lord Major flatly. "I appreciate your candor at this time, sir. However, such was not the act of a gentleman. I fear that my trust in future reliance of yourself may be strained from this. However, you did not violate the letter of our arrangement on paper, so official action is not warranted. But be advised, I shall do what I must to protect Aziza, official or no. The Warden and I share a working relationship, if not a perfectly amicable one."

Another sip, another nod in Haakon's direction. Reginald lifted the bottle again, inquiring, "Top you off, lad?" and continuing with, "Have you any questions for me, concerning the Barracks or the upcoming expedition?"

"Understandable, Lord Major, understandable." Was Haakon's short response to his figurative scolding. It was not painful, but perhaps a bit shameful, regardless of what Haakon meant by his words. "Now that I better understand Miss Tarek's concern, I understand."

Haakon took another sip as well, wishing not to dwell to long in tense moments of silence. Another one before the Lord Major offered him more, to which he shook his head and gave a politive smile. "Thank you, but not no thanks you, Sir. Perhaps another time. But I have one question in regards to the expedition; to what use am I best put to? Or is that Lady Munn's decision to make?"

"As you prefer." remarked Reginald, corking the bottle of fine whisky and closing it away in a desk drawer. "I assure you sir, you do not know the extent to Miss Tarek's concerns. Nevertheless, so long as we are on the same page, I shall concede that you have some base understanding as to the importance of silence, on this and other matters, in perpetuity. Or until her (and our) situation alter favorably to the extreme, to be determined by herself and myself in tandem agreement. His voice dropped lower, taking on a matter-of-factly note. "In the meantime, I shall ask that you reflect upon every possible meaning of my previous words, and how it can influence your stay here in Cairo. Not to mention how long that stay might become."

"But let us not dwell on the negative, sir!" he continued, suddenly seeming much more chipper. "The contents of your musings shall be scrutinized by the Embassy, for matters of diplomacy of course, and returned when everything is established to be perfectly safe and canny. For the interim, please enjoy the hospitalty the Qasr El Nil Barracks. The public areas are at your disposal, as is the Officers' Club. As for your role in this, I am not the person to ask at the moment. I am merely playing the role of Quartermaster, sir. The Lady Munn is in charge of this expedition; she is presently located at the Museum, a stone's throw from this location.

"Our potential unpleasantness aside; good day, Mr. Elvsgaard."

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Priscilla Harker



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“Yeah... my bad.” Mosi replied to Rosheen with a smile.” I'm fresh off the train and still haven't completely settled in the hotel, was told the room was still being cleaned and all. Must fix this and will indeed get a robe or three.” She nodded in agreement to the other woman's suggestions.” Sounds like a plan, though I must say I've never wore a veil or a hair wrap before. If nothing else it will be a new interesting experience. I think cotton would do well. Though linen might not be bad choice either.” She smiled as the food was served. It made her chuckle and smile widely.

“Thank you!” She replied to the man, pulling the meal in a comfortable position in front of herself.” Well it's not a lie, I do want to eat. All the walking and the sun opened my appetite!” Priscilla added, looking around to see if the cat that had joined her earlier on her way her was anywhere around.

“Ohh?” Mosi made a questioning sound as she listened to Rosheen explain her day off tomorrow.” Now that does sound like a very tempting proposition, that I cannot reject! It would be my pleasure, Rosheen. I'm still new to this place and it would be nice to have a nice journey about the city with someone whom I can actually converse with on normal terms. I would be happy indeed.” She smiled, taking a bite from the meal.

“Hmm a nice meal, a nice atmosphere, what else could I need?” She mused to herself." Ahhh I know... a cold beer tonight." Mosi smiled to herself.
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Lauren simply just avoided eye contact for the moment she jumped slightly when she heard Nora suddenly scream and looked towards her friend then she watched both her friend and the new guy Mahendra suddenly both fainting onto the ground. Lauren thought about getting up and trying to wake them, but she looked over towards George's false eye and quickly she averted her eyes back towards the floor. She was still shaking like a leaf as Peter talked briefly to George and then went off to go and check up on Vera who had ran off to. Lauren gave Neema a shaky smile to let her know that she was going to be alright.

Lauren started to a little bit more comfortable, but still she was shaking she wasn't that comfortable around George just yet, as she watched him walking over to grab two pillows for both Mahendra and Nora. Then he started to pour several glasses of water, and walked over to hand her a glass. "Th-thank you.." Lauren said in a shaky voice as she started to take a drink from the glass of water, her eyes still avoiding full on eye contact for now she really wasn't sure what to say to him. She didn't want to talk about his injury fearing it might bring up bad memories for him as well and she still felt uncomfortable around him.
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Nora Kingston

Location: the Museum


Nora's head was pounding as she hovered on the edge of consciousness. She couldn't tell if she was awake or not, yet there seemed to be the specter of her childhood nurse in front of her. Aoibheann (pronounced eee-veen) would sing soft Irish songs to her as a girl. She would tell Nora stories and when her own parents had written her off as dead, Aoibheann continued to care for her. Aoibheann was more her mother than Lady Kingston ever was. Attempting to open her mouth, she saw Aoibheann shake her head softly.

And then Nora jolted to reality. She found herself on the floor, her head resting on a pillow. The last few moments had practically been erased from her memory, which she generally prided herself on being a steel trap. She didn't remember screaming and fainting at the sight of George. She was unaware of how exactly she came to be on the floor, with her head on a pillow. Yet strange things had been happening to the amateur cryptographer over the course of this day and the previous one, so it was certainly wasn't the most shocking situation she had found herself to be in.

She decided to simply remain on the ground for a moment longer, though she hardly had much choice in the matter. If anyone asked, she would pass it off as taking a moment to collect herself. Thinking back through what she could remember, she recalled the sense of horror and fear, and decided that perhaps it would be best not to dwell on it too much. Yet given that she was on the floor, she surmised that she had fainted.

At least, for once, the effect had a logical and easy to ascertain cause.
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Mahendra Huq Zalil




Location:The Egyptian Museum



One could never be sure what sure what was going on inside the heads of those fast asleep. Asleep or unconscious, as Mahendra was as he lay there, knocked out by the simple look of a man. He must have looked like quite the foold, even the coward from the perspective of others, but these were far from the thoughts he himself had. Those thoughts were sinister ones, pulled out of Hindu mythology of the Dead.

A dark plane, only inhabited by three figures standing around Mahendra, situated in the middle of that god-forsaken land. The Bengali looked around, seeing only the back of each figure. Figures with a malignent aura to them. He could feel in his very bones, a shattering and painful feeling, like someone had bashed at him with a blunt object. Especially the back of his head.

"এই হল আমার অভিশাপ আছে কি?"

The three figures turned to look at him, and his senses failed him once more at the sight of three Georges, all staring at him. Everthing went black, again, before he felt a soft sensation cushion his head's fall down into the abyss. Then there was light.

Mahendra opened his eyes carefully. He gave a heavy breath out, slowly coming back to his senses and realization that he was not dead, nor damned. By why was he looking up at the ceiling, and not the wall? With a loud voice, he called out. "Wha…why am I…here, on the floor?"





Haakon J. Elvsgaard




Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks



Oh he understood that he didn't comprehend the full extent of Aziza's situations, and it annoyed him without a doubt that he didn't know. Sure he was concerned for whatever made her so frightened, but that only fueled his curiosity of what it could possibly be. He didn't dare, or bother to speak of this issue against the Lord Major, especially not with the serious tone he was given.

Haakon, still silently listening to the Lord Major's concerns and warnings, was taken aback by the sudden change of mood, although in retrospect he was hardly surprised. Perhaps he enjoyed the fact that Haakon's writing were being in the hands of people able to translate it, and thus take it all away from him? Nonetheless, Haakon got up from the chair as the Lord Major wished him a good day, and gave him a polite nod.

"Thank you, Sir. Good day to you too. May I return to Miss Clark then?"

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Harry Walsh


Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Stables -> Aziza's Quarters



Harry sat in silence for a few moments as Aziza spoke in response to him, there was a practised care in her words, he figured it was likely that she had comforted more than one tired soldier who had come to her when she worked at the bar, looking for a lap to lay their head in and a sweet voice to calm their thoughts. Though in truth, he had no real clue just how practised she may have been in things like this. Regardless, she spoke with a careful devotion that at least to him, spoke volumes of her skill with them.

Feeling her hands take his own, he looked down to them as he heard her words, they were calloused, rough, especially around the palms. They had been bloodied, bruised, grazed and splintered many times over his years at war, but as he felt her hand against him, and especially as he felt her lips brush against the skin briefly, they felt soft, warm. "I couldn't even begin to tell you it all, we would be here for days, and even I wouldn't make such assumptions about my story-telling to say I could keep you interested that long." He gave a gentle, awkward smile. "But just being out and away from the sounds and stress are comfortable enough to me."

Harry knew he wanted to speak to Aziza, to tell her each and every story, but it was impossible for him to force the words out, they were caught in his throat, refusing to come forth, for now they would stay there, locked up by the misery which kept him trapped by his own fears.





William Drake



Location: The Egyptian Museum



Gently, William kept his hands softly on Vera's shoulders as she clung to him, forcing a gentle smile down to her in a reassuring manner. A part of his mind cursed him, he had been frustrated with Vera, almost furious after their last argument, but as she had rushed back into his arms it had all been flushed from his mind and his focus was back upon her. Only that small part of his mind now insisted he shouldn't fall into the trap, but no, his focus was entirely on her.

Catching a glance of Peter as he came around the corner, William's gaze flicked up to him, and he had to fight down the flash of fury in his eyes, and then even harder to hide the smugness which followed. He did not know Peter had come, but the fact that whatever had terrified Vera had sent her back into his arms instead of Peters spoke volumes about the reality of the situation, and keeping a smirk off his smug face was nigh impossible as he rolled his eyes at Peter's comment. "Of course, if he's an American, he can't be any worse than me, right Vera?" He smiled as he looked down at her, keeping his hands on her shoulders gently but not fighting her if she did try to leave his grasp, flashing only the most momentary of triumphant glances in Peter's direction.
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Josephine Clark




Location: The Barracks



Josephine sat outside, eagerly awaiting Haakon's departure. As kind as the Lord Major was, she couldn't help but feel she was put in a spot. Really now, what had she done? She could understand that she was an actress and actresses were known drama lovers, but she had meant what she said. Aziza was a woman after her own heart and she wanted nothing more than to see her get a happy ending with whatever troubles were plaguing her.

She debated about what to do now. Perhaps she should go back to the museum to talk to Lady Munn. If only to find out what will be going on and perhaps figuring out a plan. She had very little allies here, apart from Haakon, so it would be best to see what is in store in case she needed to figure out something else. The Lord Major mentioned needing her skills and she hoped he meant it. She was desperate to prove herself. Whatever powers were at work, they wanted her here.
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October 4th, 1924 - 3:25 P.M. Local Time


*Note: Okay - remember to PM me BEFORE you post if you are in Vera's office! (This is ONL, Morose, Pundii, Nallore) No one has gotten an ALL CLEAR roll yet with George.

Streets Of Cairo: "Just stop by here tomorrow, I just live up there," Rosheen said as she pointed towards the stair case to the side of the little food stop and then up to the balcony that hung over head. It was a common practice in Cairo that the businesses were on street level and anything above that was apartments. Some buildings were owned by families that lived for generations there and they just kept building up as more room was needed while running their little own business out of the front. It was how so many businesses were alive in the side streets. Not everyone had main street access, so alleyways became the local markets and the main fairs became what the tourists were used to. It also explained why prices were so much lower just by turning the corner instead of finding an entirely different area of town.

"The older couple should have a view thinner pieces of fabric as well that would do to make a veil. Though there are a more than a few places in town that you can buy the items already ready made. If you are good with a needle then by all means make your own but you may want to grab one or two already done. If anything would let you have one to wear while you finish your own, and would also let you see how they do it," Rosheen said as she pointed over towards a couple of vendors across the way.

"Or you could just be like me, be in Cairo long enough that they know you live here and aren't buying everything they sell when you walk by. Took me ages though before I stopped getting mauled," she said with a bit of a laugh. "The first few months here though were a test in patience to say the least."


Vera, Peter, & George


Location: Egyptian Museum: Vera's Office



"Mmm, you're welcome," George said quietly as he nodded slowly. Taking a cautious step back he tried to keep his head turned so that Lauren wasn't getting a full on view of the mask. It seemed to be simpler sometimes to hide it as best he could around people that were not used to his appearance.

Neema got up from where she was and proceeded to go check on Nora now that Lauren seemed to have at least some of her wits about her and wasn't running off and screaming. Kneeling down she tilted her head to the side as she gathered her robes and bunched them up around her ankles so that they would be out of the way. "My girl, you were startled. It okay. He seems alright," she said as she brushed some of Nora's hair back out of her face and gave her a reassuring smile.

George figured it would be best if he didn't approach either of the two still laying out on the floor. Walking over to the couch he sat down on the edge and placed his hands on his knees, hunching over slightly as he did and trying to keep the mask portion of his face turned as much away from them as possible between glancing over to try to make sure they were okay. He hoped Peter would get back over there quick enough. Hearing the man George sighed a bit. "Mmm, fainted," George said as he patted his hands on his knees and rocked back slightly as he sat there. "Gave you a pillow. Better than then floor for your head."

Vera looked down at Peters hand before looking up at William. This was not a position that she wished to be caught in but she hadn't had a chance to think before she ran off. She just had. Her instincts driving her. Why they had driven her to William she didn't know but now that Peter was there, this just wouldn't do. The scandal it could cause to have her caught in the arms of another man besides her suitor, it wouldn't matter that she had been scared out of her wits.

Peter noted the look on Williams face and simply smiled. "I promise you Vera, what ever way your opinions have been colored because of Mr. Drake here, it is no reflection on George," he said as he kept his hand out, patiently waiting. His patience seemed to have paid off as Vera nodded timidly and finally released William. Her hand resting in Peters and stepping over to him in a moment of silence before she spoke.

"I am dreadfully sorry Peter, such behavior. I hope I have not offended your friend..." she said in sheepish voice.

Shaking his head Peter chuckled as Vera stepped over to him and spoke. Reaching over with his cane in hand he touched the under side of her chin and tilted it up so he could look into her brown eyes. "Vera darling, you could never offend any mans senses," he said in a charming voice before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to her brow. He eyes darting over towards William for a moment before pulling back and looking back down at Vera. "Now, shall we try introductions once again?"


Aziza Tarek


Location: Her Quarters


Aziza bit her bottom lip lightly. She wasn't sure if he wasn't telling her because he didn't want to talk about it or just simply he didn't want to talk to her about it. Either way, it was obvious that he wasn't just going to open up about everything and she really couldn't blame him. It took her a rather nasty scare to finally say anything to him about her past. The past wasn't ever easy for people, especially if it was a rough past. They seemed to have that in common at least.

Giving him a nod, she decided to let it go as best she could but she didn't want to drop it completely. Maybe one day I read what you write? Help me better with my English," she said in a kind voice. It wasn't a lie, she could use the practice and what better way than to actually read. Plus she figured if he did want her to know but didn't know how to talk about it perhaps reading it would make it easier for him. If not then he could just never let her read it and that would be that.

"Maybe we should go check on others?" she said after a long silence. They had been gone a while from the group considering they had stopped by both their places, and had been back and sitting and talking. It would probably be prudent to see what was going on and if there was a way they could help. Maybe getting along with things would help Harry relax a bit and keep his mind off things. It surely would help her. Seemed right then she was either focused on what was going wrong in her own life or worried about what was eating at Harry. For her own sake she needed to clear her mind a bit and there was no way she was going to be able to go to her place of work tonight to dance; which was a shame because dancing, entertaining in general, always cleared her mind. Yet it wasn't safe anymore.
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Priscilla Harker



Location:The Alleyway of wonder




“Will certainly do.” Priscilla smiled a reply at Rosheen when the other woman pointed out where she's living so Mosi could call her out tomorrow. It was certainly a rather picturesque place in many ways, she realized, throwing a look around the alley, and thinking of where Rosheen was living. She liked places like this alley. Cut off from the tourist traffic, still filled with the atmosphere of this ancient civilization. It was the same way how she felt attracted to ancient places like castles, old towns still retaining ancient houses or even a nice rural cottage in the middle of nowhere. It was her inner love for all things of old.

“Well I'm not that great with the needle so I will probably fail and waste the fabric if I try to make something really exquisite.” She admitted with a smile.” You see, I can stitch a hole together or sew together something simple, but beyond that it would be crude and rugged. Thus I will probably have to take advantage of our stroll tomorrow and have you show me a rather good place to buy ready clothes. Still will buy me some cloth though. I enjoy tinkering with it non the less.” Mosi laughed really softly. Making fun of her own lack of certain skills.

“Can imagine.” She nodded in agreement at Rosheen's story. It made sense any foreigner would be swarmed like that.” Hmm it is a plan indeed. I think I will stay around for a good while hopefully. Frankly have no plan to return back home. Nothing really tie me to the old homestead so to say. Besides I like it here. I'm even considering eventually getting a home here in Cairo. Might give it a week or two first though, want to get used to the city. I will see as time comes.”
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Reginald Keystone



Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks





Reginald planted himself back into his desk chair and looked up at Haakon as he asked to rejoin his friend in the lobby area. The Lord Major gave a functional but polite smile and responded with a simple, "Indeed." Then his attention went to a superbly ordinary stack of papers that he had set aside just as Peter had arrived for a bit of tea and light discussion, earlier in the morning. They were written mainly in English, but had a free hand script of Arabic in some places. Quite passably ordinary.

A knock sounded at the door to the office, invoking a stern, "You may enter." from Reginald. It was one of the soldiers he had sent off to inventory certain supplies, returning with what he hoped would be a full accounting of their stores. Reginald looked over the document, sightooed, and responded to the soldier thusly: "Yes, very well and all that, but where, by chance, is the rest of it? You've only given me the portions on uniforms and foodstuffs!" It wasn't much, but it would serve as decent jumping off point. "Nevermind. Just tell the Sergeant to have it ready for me as promptly as he can make it, yes? Off with you, then. There's a good chap."

The private flashed a quiet salute and darted back out of the room, intent upon carrying out his last decree as only a British soldier might.
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Location: The Museum





Lauren gently took another drink from the glass of water as she watched George moving over and sitting down on the nearby couch in the room, she started to feel somewhat better now and stopped shaking like a leaf. Lauren watched as Mahendra woke up finally as she got up from where she sat, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay." Lauren reassured him as she turned to look at George for a moment and gave him a slight smile. She then avoided looking at the mask before turning her attention back towards Mahendra offering him her glass of water in case he was thirsty.

Lauren watched as Nora started to wake up as well Neema quickly going over to her side, she was glad to see her friend was alright now as well. "How are you feeling Nora?" Lauren asked softly, she felt bad for her own reaction towards George still as she watched him sitting there on the couch as Lauren looked back towards Mahendra. "Just take it easy for now alright." Lauren said towards him.
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Haakon J. Elvsgaard




Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks



"Thank you, Sir."

Haakon's exit was quick and low-key so to speak. As soon as the Lord Major had given him his permission to leave, Haakon took the chance and left. Sure he wasn't running for the door, but he made sure to make his steps a little longer then they used to. As soon as he got through the door, passing the soldier as quickly as possible, he was out. Out and with Josephine again.

It was a breath of fresh air to see Josephine again, even if their separation had been only brief minutes, at most half an hour of the day. But unlike the others, as Haakon felt it at least, she wasn't looking down upon him. As he came into view of her, he felt like he could breath out for the first time in ages, and smiled. "You were right, Jo. Wasn't too bad all things considered. Looks like we're still in the race, it would seem."






Mahendra Huq Zalil




Location:The Egyptian Museum



"Fa…fainted?" Mahendra stuttered out towards the ceiling, still feeling quite dizzy from what had just happened, which was very unlike him. Both the stuttering and the fainting; those things were for men and women with little backbone and jumpy hearts, not like Mahendra knew he was. Or how he used to think of himself at least. A great sense of shame showered over him at the thought of his appearance there, lying at the floor like some…some…woman.

He did however welcome the care that Lauren gave him, even if he felt shameful. Mahendra gave her a tired smiled and thankfully accepted the glass of water she had offered. It felt good, the cold(er) liquid on his somehow pourched lips, like they had been exposed to the desert heat too long. He even felt a bit better in general! He was about to rise up when Laura told him to take it easy. "I apprieciate your concern, Miss Ridgeway, but I feel beeeeee…"

Mahendra had not gotten his head a foot up from the bed before his eyes once again met the sight of George's half-face. Again his inability to control his body seized Mahendra like a punch to the face, and he fell back onto his pillow. This was shameful, especially in the company of women.
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Nora Kingston

Location: the Museum


Nora nodded at Neema, swallowing thickly. She appreciated Neema's grandmotherly tenderness, but she did not wish to be a feeble woman of the ton left on the floor after seeing the visage of a newcomer. Before she had even lifted her head, she heard another thud as the other fainter once more relapsed into unconsciousness. She took another moment to collect herself, intending to sit up before answering Lauren. As she began to lift herself upwards, she came into the perfect angle to catch a glimpse of George's mask from where he sat on the couch.

Instantly, her head began to feel as if it was made out of cotton, and a clamminess went over her entire body. In a state of weakness and fear, she muttered hastily in Gaelic. "Lauren... Mo thinneas... Tá eagla orm go..." While she was a British lady, she had spent her formative years under the care of an Irish woman. It was not out of the ordinary for Nora, in moments where she was not the most collected, to slip into the language of her childhood. Her body went slack before she could fully explain her warning to Lauren, her head hitting the pillow once more as she too had fainted.

If she was lucky, the fainting spells were simply induced by glancing at George - yet even then, she had been ravaged by sickness as a child. With two lapses into unconsciousness so quickly together, it did not bode well for her health. Perhaps this was one situation where looks could truly kill - or at least, injure.
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Harry Walsh


Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Stables -> Aziza's Quarters



Harry smiled gently at her suggestion, it wasn't a bad one, one day someone would read what he'd written he hoped, and at that point in time Aziza seemed as good as anyone to look over his memoirs. She had come to know him and his struggle since he arrived in Cairo, and it irritated Harry that he was too afraid to share things properly with her when he felt she so clearly deserved to know more. He nodded gently to her suggestion, letting the silence linger for a moment. "I would like for you to read some of it, someday..." He smiled.

At her suggestion, he nodded, gently moving to stand as he looked down at her. It had not been a long rest, but at least for now it had been enough. Harry had only needed a few moments of quiet, knowing that he and, more importantly, Aziaa was safe. He left his things where they were in Aziza's room, for now, doubting he would need them, but knowing he could return if it was necessary, sighing again as he moved to the door. "Ready to go, then?"





William Drake



Location: The Egyptian Museum



William's glare faded as soon as it appeared, his gaze shifting back down to Vera as she worked her way out his grasp. He didn't resist in letting her go, watching as she moved over to gently take Peter's hand. William remained where he was as he watched the two of them, unable to hide the flash of anger in his eyes as he saw Peter's lips gently touch Vera's brow, along with the gaze that was spared in his direction before the two made their way back into Vera's office proper.

Sighing, he shook his head as they left his sight. Having been distracted from his studies, he figured he was not going to get much further, and now knowing that Vera seemed to have greater concerns than their previous argument, he begrudgingly moved to follow them. He had been unsure exactly what had driven Vera to him, or what Peter had been speaking of, but when he saw George that became abundantly clear. "Good-! Man, it's lovely to meet you!" The initial shock was quickly shoved down as William made every effort to hide it, to any of those in the room it certainly appeared out of place, he figured even George would notice something, but at the very least he'd avoided running off out of the room, screaming, as Vera had.
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Reginald Keystone



Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks





The Lord Major too stock of the paperwork he had been handed. While the main reason he wanted to get the inventory reports in the first place was to look over foodstuffs and travel supplies, he did give an order to a full accounting. This was partial at best. Of course, he knew that such things took time to accomplish; one could not just wave one's hands and magically have a complete, up to date supply report. He did like to keep the soldiery on their toes, though. You let a garrison get too relaxed and mistakes get made.

As he looked through the papers, Reginald began to break into a sweat. Not an uncommon thing in Egypt, perspiration, but this one coincided with a sense of cold pressure in his abdomen, quickly turning into streaks of discomfort. It was not a life threatening malady, at least not in his experience. The discomfort was with him for a bit of time now, since the first interview with the young starlet Josaphene. It was a trifle at first. Recent minutes saw it grow in intensity until the pain became noteworthy. At first, Reginald questioned the nature of his ailment. It seemed too light to be considered one of the trials that other members of his Fellowship had endured, and yet it continued to intensify. Perhaps this was just the beginning of some sort of branding or internal struggle against powers long dormant under ancient sands.

Reginald's pretense at looking over the partial report ceased as the feeling reached a roaring crescendo, prompting him to drop the papers and grip the edge of her desk with both hands. A sickening, gnawing feeling lanced through himand he began to double over in agony. Suddenly, a thought hit him through the haze of pain. He quickly leaned to one side tightened the muscles in his stomach. And then it happened:

A fleshy sputtering sound issued from behind the Lord Major's desk, quiet at first but, like his discomfort, quickly breaking into waves of intensity, given sound approximating a "pffffftWHOOOOOOMP!"

And then it was over. Just like that, the curse of his mysterious torture came to a close, quest unnecessary. Reginald wondered at life's little handouts like that, and vowed to stave off future repeats of this curse by taking a bran muffin in the mornings with greater regularity. A satisfied sigh later, he picked up his reports and again began to review them for excesses to commandeer. "Well then," he said aloud, fanning the air about him, "I'm certainly happy that it waited until I had the room to myself..."
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