[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 - 4:55 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Streets Of Cairo:[/u][/color][/b] The old woman nodded and smiled as she took the money from Mosi. Once the script had been exchanged her and her husband got to work on cutting the fabrics that Mosi had purchased. It wasn't long before everything was cut, bundled up nice and tight in brown paper and bound with twine. They ended up having a rather large stack and the old woman brought out a rather large bag that seemed to be made from reeds, similar to the many baskets that lined the streets of Cairo. Loading everything up into the bag the man set it down on the counter in front of Mosi. "T..thank you," he managed to eek out in English. "ﺷﻜﺮﺍﹰ جزيلاً," the woman said, seeming to echo her husbands words in their own language. 

	Rosheen peeked her head out of her window and looked down. "Are ya about done Lass?" she asked as she waved at Mosi once she spotted her still looking at the various fabrics while the couple were getting everything together. 

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Museum:[/u][/color][/b] Neema stood there eying Akhmed and then she shrugged. "As long as we can get into the archives, I don't care who carries the keys," Neema quipped as she stood there and the new comers came up. Neema had no idea who the woman was but it seemed that Akhmed did. 

	"Jo Darling? Queen of the silver screen! Oh by Allah!" he exclaimed. The man was star stuck. Coming up from behind the counter he held out his hand for hers as his other pressed to his own chest. "You are the 8th wonder of the world. I have seen all of your films at the theater, I never miss a debut. To think I have Miss Clark here, in my museum? Oh the pharaohs would have bent knee to a goddess such as yourself. Please, tell me, anything. What can I do to assist you?" he said, kissing her hand if she would allow him to do so. 

	Neema had to chew the inside of her mouth not to mock the man for his outburst. She just looked over towards Mahendra. "I think he is in love," she said under her breath so that only Mahendra could hear. Taking a breath she looked back over to Lauren. "Friends of yours? Maybe they can help us, the archives are large and I am sure it would make Lady Munn happy that we were able to search everything before she returns."

[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: Coat Check -> Streets of Cairo[/center][hr]	

	Helping Nora into the wrap, Peter held out his arm for her to take before letting Vera and George lead the way out of the museum. George and Vera stood there as George held the door open for Peter and Nora. Peter gave a grateful smile towards his friend, trying to escort a woman with one arm ad lean on a cane with another could pose problematic from time to time. As they made their way down the stairs of the side entrance of the museum Peter chuckled somewhat. [color=82ca9d]"Now, please. Do let me determine what my mind would find interesting and what it would not. I would suspect that I would get a right proper slap across the face if I would tell you how your own mind should work,"[/color] he said with a right bit of mischievousness in his eyes as he smiled over towards her. 

	[color=f7976a]"If she wouldn't I would Peter,"[/color] Vera chimed in as her and George made pace ahead of the two and lead the way, it was only fitting since Vera knew where the permit office was and she wasn't sure of Nora did. She was pretty confidant that Peter and George hadn't a clue. 

	[color=598527]"Mm, you tell him,"[/color] George teased as he escorted Vera down the street. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Ha! I would expect nothing less from you Vera darling,"[/color] Peter laughed but turned his attention back to Nora. [color=82ca9d]"Now this marking, please tell me about it. My uncle has filled me in on some of the happenings and I am piecing together a bit more in my mind. It sounds intriguing. The fact that Vera seems to hold you in high regard is even more so. She does not think well on most,"[/color] he added and caught the daggers Vera shot him at the mention of her name. 

	[color=f7976a]"I never!"[/color] the bluestocking said, tripping over her own two feet as she tried to walk and talk while not even bothering to look where she as going. It was a good thing George caught her again, this time by the waist and swung her about in midsentence. It didn't look to even phase her as she was carried for a moment on his hip before being set back down. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I only mean that you do not place a lot of stock in breeding, just brains my dear and far too many fall short of the mark to be able to keep up with a mind such as yours,"[/color] Peter said with a charming grin on her lips. 

	[color=f7976a]"Flattery will get you now where with me Peter and if it were not for the fact that Miss Kingston there happens to be brilliant and accomplished in your field I would be much more irate currently,"[/color] Vera spat as George coaxed her across the street. [color=f7976a]"Maybe that will shut him up,"[/color] she said to George who smiled slightly from beneath his mask. 

	[color=598527]"Quite him no, change his turn.. mmm, yes,"[/color] George said as they continued on their way towards the Permit office. 

	[color=82ca9d]"My field? I dare not hope, you are a mathematician?"[/color] Peter asked as his eyed widened in delight.