<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e4/Micah_Armstrong.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Micah Armstrong</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>1-5</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Xander R. Isley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking to Xander</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>He heard the beep on his door panel as it took his DNA marker. "Well looks like I have a key." He laughed. Micah had locked his door once he had accepted his room. He was very sociable, but sometimes he needed his privacy. "You know. what do you like...I never saw you with anyone in Antartica...Men, women, both?" He asked quizzically. He always preferred to be direct about it. He was cute, he didn't want to beat around the bush.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Major Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>3-6</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Abigail "Abs" Carter. Juliet Franklin.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Going the get Julie and some lunch.</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>He slapped her behind playfully. "Told you not to call me that, come on, lets go meet your new friend." He opened the door lock, sealing it from new DNA codes as they left. "Anyway, you know I'm expected to wear it." He rapped his knuckles against julie's door. Waiting to go grab some lunch with her and the rest of the crew.