[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 - 5:45 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Shepheards Hotel:[/u][/color][/b] Hakeem smiled over towards Mosi. "Of course. I shall be off duty soon but I assure you that whomever is on duty when you arrive back this evening will be able to tend to any needs you may have," he said before he heard the bell at the front desk ring and excused himself post haste so he could go and tend to another customer. 

	Rosheen came over and then glanced around fro a moment. Biting her bottom lip slightly until she finally was able to spot a clock in the lobby. "We have about fifteen minutes to get to the museum if you want to be on time. You run up to your room, get your coat. I will be get the motorcycle and be ready for you out on the street. Run bloody fast," Rosheen said before winking at Mosi and rushing out of the hotel to prepare the bike. Why the woman wanted a coat in this heat was beyond her but hey, she was American, Rosheen didn't know a thing about American weather. Rolling her bike away from the side of the building she popped it off the curb and hopped on before starting it up. Now just to wait for Mosi to join her. 

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Museum:[/u][/color][/b] Neema looked over towards Haakon and nodded. "Yes, of course," she said before leading the way down the rows and towards her destination. She had not been formally introduced to the man and wondered for a moment how he knew her last name then it occurred to her that Akhmed had called it out earlier when directing the Lord Major over to her and the other. Must have been it. "So, what do you do?" she asked. She had no idea he was a reporter or anything. Hell she wasn't even sure where he was from, she barely knew his name.  (Now, to find what you are looking for - call for rolls before you post - searching if your character actually is use skills to get boosts in your rolls - be as specific as you can or as board as you like - this will affect the rolls and modifiers.)

[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Vera[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/a5/51/42a5512c1568ebf7eeb11045b7db0146.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b] Governorate (E/F 10) - (Permit Office) 
[b]Skills:[/b] Focus, Mental Stamina [/center][hr]	
	This was the part of her job that she hated. Dealing with people. She could deal with mummys and tombs and a myriad of other things. Dealing with people had never been her forte. SHe had a had enough time relating and being able to function among those she was comfortable with and ones that were not mocking her or spurning her because she was a blue stocking. The more in line with the ton that someone was the worse it got and this time was no exception. 

	"You are going to tell me that the museum has sent two women? It must not be that important," the man said scoffing at them. Vera was a very confidant woman when it came to her abilities and when she was in surroundings she enjoyed being in. A dig or the museum for example. Once again, this was not one of those times, so her skittish nature was showing as she wrung her hands and bit on her bottom lip. Sad to say this was not the first time she had dealt with this office or this man. 

	[color=f7976a]"I assure you it is of the utmost importance and we do need a permit post haste,"[/color] Vera assured the man but her relentless was had not kicked in. She was passionate in her words but the look on her face made them seem less than convincing. 

	"And what evidence or knowledge could you possibly bring that would convince me that another dig is needed at Bubastis," he asked as he drummed his fingers along the edge of the counter. Vera took a deep breath and looked over at Nora. 

	[color=f7976a]"My colleague Lady Kingston can explain the newest findings far better than I ever could,"[/color] Vera said and motioned with her eyes for Nora to speak to the man. She had her fingers crossed that Nora would be able to convince the man of the new discovery without having to mention brands. The mathematical discover in the tiles was what Vera was hanging this permit on.