<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Lena_Kristin_Holtzmann.jpg)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Lena Holtzmann</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Maintenance Block</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Alone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Going 'home'</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Coming from the quiet and calm Control Centre (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148917.msg6758088#msg6758088), the maintenance block was a bit of a shock for me. I really didn't like crowds, especially when I didn't feel comfortable myself yet. This place was buzzing with people and I struggled to even find my gear. Some told me they had moved it away to make room for other stuff and still boxes and crates were lurched around. Some people still had their suits on, too busy to take them off, others had taken it off and 'carefully' put them against the walls of the structure. Between all the white suits, my orange suit wasn't hard to find but it was buried under my bag and suitcase. I would have to let it check for leaks. Curses. A normal civilian had no business going outside and thus only needed their suits in case of an emergency. When there was an emergency in the reactor, I would have to go there pronto, without having to worry if my suit was alright. One tiny tear in it and this whole place could end up in a pile of green glow radiation waste.<br/><br/>I took the suit and draped it over my suitcase and took my bag and drove it to Habitat 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149009.msg6758177#msg6758177) to check out my new home.