[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 - 5:00 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Streets Of Cairo:[/u][/color][/b] The couple was very happy to have helped out with Mosi, not to mention that most of it was because she bought something and was new around Cairo. It meant a sale that they were not used to having on a regular basis. Waving at her they thanked her again and went back to their normal day to day duties. First things were first and that was returning the remaining cloth on the bolts that Mosi had figured out to their respective places. 

	Rosheen had the door open and was waiting on Mosi, excited to see what she had purchased. It was simple enough to get to Rosheens apartment above the little food stop. The stairs were right next to it and they lead up to only one door. "Well show me what you have and then we better get moving. Didn't you say you needed to be back at the museum this evening?" she asked as she looked at the old clock against the wall of her apartment which was now reading five. 

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Museum:[/u][/color][/b] It seemed that Josephine and Haakon wanted to help with this little endeavor. Which was good. Neema glanced over towards Mahendra and waited for him to answer yet the man didn't utter a single word. It seemed odd to her. She wasn't a member of the staff, which Ahkmed had made very clear. Lauren obviously didn't work there and if those two new comers were just coming in, they probably didn't work for the place either. Not to mention that Mahendra had been introduced to Neema and Lauren as Veras new assistant. Neema figured he would be the one to say something, but again, he didn't. 

	That didn't seem to matter though because Akhmed was on top of things. Seems being start struck was going to pay off, at least enough so they could get a move on. "I am Ahkmed and I am at your humble service," he said, more than happy that she allowed him to kiss her hand. "We here at the Egyptian Museum would be more than grateful for a star such as yourself to aid us. Please, please. Yes, look to your hearts content. I am so sorry but I am unable to go with you, I have a previous engagement that will be arriving shortly," he began but then obviously had a thought come to his mind as his eye lit up. 

	"One that perhaps one such as yourself might care to witness. I will be escorting a new arrival to the city to a demonstration on weapons smithing in ancient times hosted by a dear friend of mine," he began. 

	"My nephew to be exact," Neema quipped with a smirk. 

	Akhmed paid the old woman no mind. "If you would care to join we will be leaving here within the hour. Oh what am I thinking, that one such as you would dare want to watch menial labor, you are far more fitted to be on stage and have all eyes on you are you not?" he said beaming as he stood there and gazed adoringly towards Josephine with his bright amber eyes. 

	Neema had never seen the man act like this and she didn't know whether to laugh, throw up, or roll her eyes. She had nothing against Josephine, she had only just met the woman. Akhmed however, they seemed to have a past, and she was finding his entire display moronic. "We should get moving if we are to have looked at anything by the time Lady Munn returns," she said before starting to make her way towards the archives, she just hoped Mahendra came with her since he did have the key. 

[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: Streets of Cairo -> Governorate (E/F 10)[/center][hr]	

	Peters brow arched deeply as Nora spoke. [color=82ca9d]"Miss Kingston, job or certificate matter not, nor does where one studied. A mathematician is not defined by such things. Nor limited to them. Do you live by the numbers? By the laws that which give us everything in this universe? When you look at the perfect spiral in an unbloomed rose do you see the petal or do you see the equations? Can you find the golden ratio in that spiral? In the features of those you love? When I speak of Euler's identity most would wonder whom I am speaking of but you my dear, you know I speak of the most stunning representation, the supreme example that shows us a profound connection between the most fundamental numbers in mathematics."[/color] His voice was kind as he spoke but it was firm, and full of passion for the numbers he spoke of as they walked. 

	Stopping he turned and gave Nora his full attention as he rested his palm on the top of his cane to keep his balance. [color=82ca9d]"Mathematicians are born, it is in our blood. Never let anyone tell you different. Math is blind to race, to age, to gender. It is the true neutral in the world and our greatest gift is those that can speak its universal language. You are a mathematician and if anyone says differently send them to me for some enlightenment,"[/color] he said before continuing on his way as he turned and kept Noras arm in his. 

	Vera seemed to have no noticed the two had stopped until they were passing the Statistical Department. They had headed east from the museum when they left and pretty much kept on that course since. Vera and George were exchanging pleasantries. Mostly speaking about recent books she had read that George might find interesting. [color=f7976a]"Oh there they are,"[/color] Vera said as she finally spotted them in the crowd. 

	[color=598527]"Leg, mmm, must be slowing Peter down,"[/color] George said. He didn't like being out on the street but he was glad that Vera had not called them a cab and had chosen to walk instead. Out on the street in such crowds he was less likely to be noticed. People were too wrapped up in their own minds and worrying if anyone was noticing them to notice anyone else. Hiding in plain sight was a real thing. 

	[color=f7976a]"You must be right, I had not even thought about that. I should apologize,"[/color] Vera said. It hadn't crossed her mind that Peters leg was holding them up. In truth it hadn't been, it had been because Peter had stopped to directly addressed what Nora had said. 

	[color=598527]"Mm, no. Don't point it out. Mmm, makes Peter self conscious,"[/color] George interjected. Vera looked over towards George and gave an understanding look. If anyone would know how it felt to have a disability pointed out it would be George. It was not only sound logic but sound emotional reasoning. She would heed his words. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Sorry, Miss Kingston was telling me about the symbol from Bastet. I can see why you are so interested now Vera. She was always your favorite goddess,"[/color] Peter said as the two caught up with them. 

	[color=f7976a]"Well not that I am to put much stock in hokum but the Ancients did worship her for various reasons, and she was most fascinating,"[/color] Vera reminded Peter. 

	[color=82ca9d]"And the fact you were born during her second cycle according to their astrology has nothing to do with it,"[/color] Peter chuckled. 

	[color=f7976a]"Posh, I will not even acknowledge such muddle headed thinking,"[/color] Vera said before her and George continued on their way. It wasn't long until tehy had reached the Governorate in Bab El Khalq and George was holding open the door for Vera to enter. Taking a deep breath he braced himself for what was likely to happen when someone laid eyes on him.