[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 - 5:59 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Shepheards Hotel:[/u][/color][/b] Rosheen smiled and waited for Mosi to get situated once she returned. She didn't wait long though. It was but half a heart beat before they were peeling off the side walk and into the street. They were going to be cutting it close but Rosheen knew the city and she knew it well. Off the main street she kept cutting down various alleyways and side streets. Every so often warning Mosi if a hard turn was coming up. Clipping the curb she drove the motorcycle up to the front of the museum instead of making Mosi hoof it to the door form the road. Several people having to scurry out of the way as she did and yelling at her in various languages. Rosheen didn't seem to pay any of them any mind. 

	"Made it," she said motioning to her watch. They had one minute to spare. "Better rush girl," she laughed as she pulled the scarf from her head and let her red locks spill free finally. Inside at the front desk Akhmed was just about to lock the museum up for the night. There were still people working inside but the place was closing to tourists and visitors for the day. 

	[b][color=f7976a][u]Museum:[/u][/color][/b]  Neema looked over towards Haakon and nodded. "Well I am sure you have done research in your time. Have something to write with?" she asked as she kept looking at the rows and rows of crates and artifacts as she walked. She didn't hear Lauren but that wasn't too surprising. The archives were the size of the museum and then some. It was a fully under ground warehouse. Not hearing someone was common. "I can draw some symbols for you to look for, as well as Arabic to reference. Should help," she said before finally looking over to him. She figured if he was a reporter he probably carried something to write with on him. (Remember, just as last time. 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]	
	Vera stood there quietly and let Nora speak her piece. She was rather impressed how the woman held herself. Not only that but how she was able to explain so much without going into the details about the brandings and the jewelry. It was probably a good thing she hadn't, two women coming in there demanding a permit was bad enough in this day and age. To have them spouting nonsense might have actually gotten them stoned to death. This wasn't Britain after all. Then again, maybe stoning was a step up from being committed. It was a toss of the coin at this point. 

	The man didn't seem very impressed and Vera had to wonder was that because he didn't understand any of the math that Nora was speaking about and just assumed neither did she. Or was it just that because it was coming from a woman he really didn't need to pay attention to it. Either way he wasn't having it. "Yes, yes. I am sure that is all wonderful but if you want a permit you will need to send in the Curator or his second. What you are presenting me just doesn't cut it," he said as he looked over at the clock and started to close his window. 

	This was enough, they had one minute to closing and Vera wasn't going to let him pull this. It was just rude. Stepping forward she shoved her clutch on the counter and blocked the mans window from being able to close. She didn't have strength, or brawn, or a man next to her right then. She didn't have feminine wiles. She had wits, and annoyance on her side. [color=f7976a]"You will give us that bloody permit or myself and Lady Kingston will be at your window from opening until closing, every day, until the plagues of Egypt return. We will camp out here as if it were a holiday in Brighton, sipping tea and swilling sherry if that permit isn't stamped before we leave this building this night."[/color]

	Vera was shaking as she spoke, she was scared silly and didn't know what came over her but she had said her piece and a humph to follow it. The man must have taken it as nerves of steel and anger. Either way it didn't matter. He wanted them out of his office and out of the building. "Fine, what harm can you two do as it were. Cause any problems and it will be the museum that pays," he warned as he stamped the permit and slid it over. As soon as Vera grabbed it he shoved her purse out of the way and slammed his window shut.