[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Deeper Than The Sands[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f7976a]Date:[/color][/b] October 6th, 1924[hr][hr][/center]

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	[color=998849]Special Note: That Haze will remain until further notice, so make sure to keep to it. ^_^[/color]
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	[b][i][color=f7976a]Boat (Sun Deck):[/color][/i][/b] The doctor looked oddly at Mosi. "Your room is on the deck above us? Are you feeling alright? We were in the infirmary last, which is the second to the top deck and now we are out on the sun deck. The only things above us is the sky. Your room would be far below us." Maybe she was delusional. Sighing he got back to work on her hands and neck, making sure to get the rest of the stingers out of her. It would take sometime due to the amount of stings she got but eventually he was sure he had removed them all. 

	"Better the devil I know than one I do not," he said in response to her asking why he would prefer gas. At least gas was something tangible, an unknown force causing it meant they had no way to combat it and no real information. "Like with disease, I can treat one I know. An unknown, chances are high more people will die before a cure is found. I will take gas over spirits," he added as he rested his instrument down and cracked his fingers. Time using tweezers made them sore. 

	[b][i][color=f7976a]Boat (Thief's? Room):[/color][/i][/b] [color=f7976a]"Yes, I believe we should go,"[/color] she said looking around. Her notes were not here and from the looks of things on the ship and the fact they were having to be sneaky, it was best to go and quickly. [color=f7976a]"Though I believe it would be best to find the others, this ship... I do not know, this haze bothers me. Clean air would be better,"[/color] she said as she slowly stood up and braced herself against the wall. Tucking her journal into the belt of her clothing she blew her curls out of her face. [color=f7976a]"I could use a cup of tea..."[/color]

	Looking over towards Josephine. [color=f7976a]"If we are to run into another, yes, you were headed to find someone help with the doctor but found me. As I have been sick and the haze you didn't wish to leave me alone. I was looking for someone to help me because of the haze. Let us head up, air, and Miss Clark, could you tell the lie? I am no good and you are an accomplished actress. If anyone can convince them of our ruse it would be you,"[/color] she suggested. Vera was no actress and had a hard problem just walking without tripping up, a lie was beyond her but what was acting but lying with flair? Out of the three of them,Miss Clark had the charms and skills to deceive better than she or Reddish did when looking at it logically. 
	
	[b][i][color=f7976a]Athribis (Underground):[/color][/i][/b] Oh Mahendra, you lucky dog you. Well lucky cat in this case. On examining the cat, he will see that over the years there has been a build up of debris such as dust and sand along the edge which makes it look less carved into the wall than it actually it. It looks like the head, collar, and tail of the cat can be manipulated to move. Thing is, which way to turn each one? He won't be sure but what he does know is this, going off superstitions and history, a correct turn will get them where they want, a wrong turn however - death is usually on the menu. Best not to do anything until one is sure. Richard however isn't near as lucky when it comes to trying to figure things out - as far as he knows, it is only the smell of smoke, he can't pick anything else out about it. 

	Nora won't see what Mahendra does until he points it out - however, once he does, knowing the importance of mathematics and equations to the Egyptians she will be sure that it will have something to do with this and that there is probably a way to figure out what to do in the wall carvings that are around them. (As one would look around an office to try to figure out what is important to a person when you are trying to figure out their computers password.) Gene isn't getting anything from the cats but that smell, well I will pm you that. Faith isn't having any luck looking in the areas she can get to on the walls to the left or the right of the one ahead of them. (The front one is blocked by others looking already)