<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>The Canteeeeeeen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Jack and The One And Only Abs!</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Taking dinner and discussing the relative merits of James Spader in the Secretary and Molly Parker in Kissed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Julie frowned, "First up, please, Julie. Nobody really knows about the 'T' at the end bar the higher ups and that's the way I like it." She brightened, "Second of all, I have no clue, someone must have seen some kind of use for me, as I was recommended somewhere to be given a chance at trying out and they sent a message to the ship I was serving on at the time to make the offer. Next time we docked I was heading for an airport and on to meetings and meetings and psyche profilings and having men and women with supposed medical degrees sticking things in me in most un-fun ways. Then a month or two of waiting around on insane pay with nothing to do, then being told I could go if I wanted to and flying out to the Arctic. So fairly typical story I suppose given what I have heard about other people around here, though I still wonder who the hell recommended me and why."