<div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/marsjulie.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Juliet Franklin </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Room 1-8</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Nobody and no-one</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Settling in and being all by herself (with nobody watching...)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Julie had eaten with Luna and Abs and come back to her room in the habitat block. Apparently some of her stuff had managed to walk in by itself in the intervening time between when she had first briefly checked the place out to now having eaten and looking forward to a making herself more at home in the place.<br/><br/>The mural on the back wall of the bedroom was a lot more artistic than she herself could manage. Someone had painted a picture of a sunset over distant mountains. It looked like it was in Asia somewhere, all stepped paddy fields, hilly and quite beautiful, with a river, little junk boats... Clearly whoever had painted it couldn't take it with them, so it remained as a reminder of past occupancy.<br/><br/>The one box turned out to be Julie's one priority box, holding clothes and personal basics for a few days. The balance of her stuff would show up in little drips and drabs when it was located, sorted and sent on.<br/><br/>Clothes were most welcome. She slipped out of those she had on, picking through the meagre supplies and picking out fresh ones for the next day. Plain white cotton for underwear, plain grey shirt and trousers and socks for the rest. She placed these on her dresser and turned to study her bed.<br/><br/>It had still been made from before the previous occupant left and it smelled okay, which was more than Julie could say for herself after all the months in stasis, the shuttle ride down, sweating in the EVA suit, peeing in the EVA suit (thank god for the suits systems), working on the life support systems, exploring the base, trying not to come across as the smelly tiny yeti woman to her colleagues...<br/><br/>Yeah, a shower was in order. If the water was both on and hot. If not she would have to take some tools and work out why not. The thought of doing maintenance jobs in the buff was perverse yet oddly appealing in a nudist/showoff kind of fashion. Though with the low temperature that most of the base was kept at it was quite possibly a terrible idea.<br/><br/>Fortunately, or perhaps sadly, the water was both on and hot. Julie enjoyed her first shower in months.