<div class="floatleft">(http://i1287.photobucket.com/albums/a632/Michael_Saumure/RitaClose_zps51122bd7.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Rita Munoz</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Suit Up Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Everyone else</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Getting ready</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Rita had gotten suited up and joined the rest of the line to be checked over.  She smiled at the singing and rocked back and forth, flexing her limbs to get a feel for the pressurized outfit.  She had never had an issue getting up for work, now was no different, coffee and toast and she had been ready to rock.  She looked over the rest of the company assembled and hoped she would pull her own weight when the time came.  Then she hoped she didnt look as concerned as she felt about the whole thing.