[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] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 4:45 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	*Note: Will be moving William and Harry off screen. 

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Streets Of Cairo:[/u][/color][/b] The old woman looked quizzically towards Mosi for a minute as she tried to figure out what she was getting at. It was clear she didn't speak the language. After a minute of conversing back and forth with who appeared to be her husband she seemed to think she came to an understanding. Turning she walked over to one of the posts that held up the awning over their alleyfront store and pulled down advertisement for one of the local entertainment establishments, Alf Leyla Salah. On it was an image of a very long haired [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b8c9a350-6843-408c-89c9-964da9b5769a.jpg]woman [/url]in a belly dancer costume. 

	Pointing to the image, or more so the outfit, and then the bolt of mostly sheer and shimmering fabric that has been chosen for a veil she looked back at Mosi. "هذه؟" she asked. It wasn't clear what she was saying but one could readily gather she was asking something along the lines of "this?"

	[b][color=f7976a][u]The Barracks:[/u][/color][/b] [color=a187be]"Thank you,"[/color] Aziza said as she entered the office fully, with Sgt. Walsh following behind her and shutting the door so that they could have some privacy while they spoke with the Lord Major. Josephine and Haakon had already made their way out into the courtyard of the Barracks. It wouldn't take much time for them to leave the barracks and make their way over to the museum. The guards would follow them however, they would continue until the Lord Major told them differently. So for now, Josephine and Haakon had a shadow which consisted of two rather heavily armed guards. 

	[color=a187be]"I have a request to make,"[/color] Aziza said as she stepped over to the window, it was the least olfactory insulting area of the room. Turning she looked at the Lord Major. [color=a187be]"As a friend Reginald,"[/color] she added. She never really referred to him as Reginald, especially not in mixed company. Always referring to him as the Lord Major. 

[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]	

	Peter looked over at Nora and smiled. [color=82ca9d]"Of course Miss Kingston. Then you must call me Peter,"[/color] he said with a smile before looking over towards George. Observing the way that Nora and Vera were dealing with Georges presence Peter had a thought. Vera, while as skittish as a cat who had just been dunked in the Nile, she had regained her baring when looking at George. Nora, he wasn't so sure about. Not to mention if Vera took a header, Peter was sure George could do a better job of keeping her from hurting herself than he could with his bum leg. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Please, allow me to be your escort Miss Kingston. To make up for my indiscretion of calling you by anything other than which you would prefer. I should have asked and that was wrong of me to assume, especially considering I abhor being referred to with my title,"[/color] he said offering her his arm. 

	Neema looked over and grinned towards Nora before looking up at Mahendra. "Yes, let get out of this room. It is becoming stuffy. Everyone headed for the archives, let's be off," she said without a moments hesitation, motioning for Lauren to come with her as she held her hand out to the young woman. "Now, since I have not had the please. Tell me, about yourselves," Neema insisted as they headed out of the office and down the hallway back towards the front of the museum. There was a faster way down the archives but Neema was content to take her time on the matter and get to know those she was helping out. Especially since she knew how taxing and time consuming the permits office could be; there would be no rush to get finished before Nora and Vera returned. 

	Vera was glad that Peter was paying attention to Nora. He was being kind and Vera hoped the two would get along considering they would all be working together on this expedition. Though that left her to be escorted by George. A thought that fifteen minutes ago would have sent her screaming from the room. Yet now, she felt she owed it to him because of the way she had acted. [color=f7976a]"Then Mr. Benaszewski, it looks like you will be stuck with me,"[/color] she said plastering a smile on her features. George looked down and slowly offered her his arm. 

	[color=598527]"mmm, Happily. Please, call me George,"[/color] he said in his gravelly voice. Vera nodded and took his arm, tucking the papers she had into a case before hand. George reached over and took the case from her.

	[color=f7976a]"Thank you George,"[/color] she said before she started to make her way towards the door and nearly tripped over the stack of books by the couch as she did. George wrapped an arm around her waste, gently maneuvering her over them before releasing and continuing on with her without so much of a blink. Peter chuckled a bit before looking over at Nora. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Shall we Miss Kingston?"[/color] he said as he went to follow Vera and George.