[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 - 6:00 -> 6:15 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	
	[b][color=f7976a][u]Museum:[/u][/color][/b] "Eleven sounds perfect, lunch, my treat," Rosheen said brightly as she leaned over and then gave Mosi a kiss on the cheek. A bit of a wink and then she was off, tearing up the sidewalk as she made her way back to the street. Many people were yelling after her but she didn't even bother to look back. 

	"It seems you are finding many new things to do while you are in town ma'am," a voice crept up from behind. Akhmed smiled broadly towards Mosi as he adjusted his tie slightly. "I hope you have been enjoying yourself, though from the looks of things i would say you are," he seemed to ease lightly. 

	Things in the archives were not going as pleasantly as they were on the street above. Neema flung herself back against the shelves and rose her arm quickly to keep any debris from lodging itself into her face. Gasping out as Haakons light was snuffed out. As the dust settled she stepped forward slightly. The leg lamp rolling back and forth slightly in the blood that was pooling up on the floor from beneath the crate. 

	'القرف المقدس!' she yelled out before she stepped around the mess and away from the shelving. Looking up quickly to where the crate had come from just as she was hearing others yell and asking what happened. "Be with Allah..." she said quietly before calling out to the others. "A crate fell, Haakon, on Haakon!" 

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القرف المقدس - Holy Shit
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[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]	
	Grabbing her purse Vera stared the man down between the window pane that now separated them. His eyes were narrowing and it was more than obvious he was furious over the entire thing. There were many ways that the Lady could have responded. Apologized for her out burst would have been at the top of the list in the ton. That she dare speak out the way she had, especially with a threat. She could have hung her head and simply turned away. Backed away in fear. Yet she did none of these. She narrowed her eyes back at the man and stuck her tongue out at him. 

	With that she shoved the permit in her purse and turned on her heels. [color=f7976a]"Let us be off then,"[/color] she said to Nora and bee lined it for the hallway. She had heard what Nora had said but she couldn't respond. Not yet. It wasn't until they were in the hallway that she finally stopped and did. Her knees buckling slightly as she gripped the wall and took some very long and deep breaths. 

	[color=f7976a]"I have no idea what came over me... I am so sorry for my actions, I hope it does not reflect poorly on your Lady Kingston... I mean Nora,"[/color] she said in a trembling voice as she reached up and brushed a few curls out of her face with her clutch. Whatever nerve she had with dealing the permit officer was gone and out the window. [color=f7976a]"Bloody hell, I believe I may faint..."[/color] she added as she fanned herself and glanced around. She was glad the office was closing up. The halls were rather empty right then and she didn't see anyone of British decent other than Nora that was with her. Last thing she needed was this getting back to the Curator.