[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] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 10:15 A.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks:[/i][/b][/color] Aziza nodded towards Lauren as she handed over the bottle before looking over to Josephine and giving her an understanding look. [color=a187be]"I think a medic has been called,"[/color] she said before glancing around. She hoped one had and in fact one indeed had been summoned, but had been done by Lord Major Keystone in signals and not words, so it was really anyone's guess that was not in the British Military. 

	Sighing a bit to herself she turned back to Lauren an gave her a nod as if to say [i]go ahead[/i] once the Lord Major had given his consent. She hoped this would work. Her eyes drifted to William for a minute, he looked green as he watched Vera. Vera still hadn't come around but then again the bottle was waiting to be pushed under her nose. Thankfully though she was breathing evenly and there didn't seem to be any outward sign of distress. In fact the green sickly color that had been on her skin seemed to have gone away as she lay there suffering from [i]the vapors[/i]. Hopefully once Lauren gave the woman a good sniff of the spirits her own would come around. The medic was on his way but having to have to run from the other side of the barracks where the infirmary was located was causing him to take a little longer than he would have liked. 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Garden City:[/i][/b][/color] "Oh yes, of course," he said taking the letter and giving a glance down at the address located on it. "I shall make sure to have it in her hands within the hour Miss," he said with a bit of lilt to his voice as he tucked the letter within his coat pocket. "I was just going to be heading out myself to run a few errands for my Aunt, I will be happy to see to this first."

	Shuffling the papers he was working on his head snapped to the side as Neema came waltzing into the room. "There you are," she said as she handed over a slip of paper to the man at the desk. "Oh, Miss Kingston. I see you have met my nephew," she said with a smile. 

	"Not exactly, we haven't bee introduced," he admitted as he grinned. Neema chuckled and nodded. 

	"Well, this is Miss Nora Kingston, a woman as intelligent as she is beautiful. And this dear child is my nephew Aton," the old woman said introducing the two. 

	"Then she must be even more intelligent than you Auntie," he said with a broad smile, giving his aunt a bit of a wink. 

	[color=f7976a][i][b]The Road To The Museum:[/b][/i][/color] The roads were growing more and more crowded by the minute. This was going to take a bit longer to get form point A to point B than originally thought. Problem was not only the locals and the tourist who were out and about but there was an overturned cart at the next cross walk which was causing traffic to back up, horses to get antsy, and everyone and their brother to stop and stare. 

	Thankfully no one seemed to be hurt but there were plenty of dates and silks that were getting nearly ruined in the streets. granted some people didn't thin they were ruined beyond use as several local urchins ran in grabbed a few things along the gutters and ran off again. Men yelling at other men to get a move on but who could tell if they didn't speak the language. What could be told just from the intonation alone was that they were royally ticked off.