<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>Lowest level of the Maintenance and Engineering section, primary life support equipment room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Possibly Abs (was waiting for the player to post, became bored, sorry will edit as necessary)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Swearing at machines till they decide to behave themselves</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>"That is all"</em><br/><br/>"Bloody hell..." Julie muttered to herself, fortunately she had already set to with the de-greaser and cleaned herself up. Her dirty clothes went into one of the storage lockers, she could sort that out later. The suit wasn't so bad for putting on, they had been designed to be, the faster you could manage to don the thing the easier life was after all. Still it wasn't as if someone could make it down here fast enough to catch her right?<br/><br/>"Have to catch me first m'aam." She muttered, "Race you."<br/><br/>To be fair she did have everything back in place and all seals checked in under ten minutes from the announcement. The trick was keeping calm, and having been through so many drills practising this process it was just no longer any fun at all. By the time Julie was headed for the security door back out of Primary Life support she was once again fully kitted out, she had even re attached the 'cup' at the front with the provided micropore tape, which on reflection she likely didn't need at this stage. Still it was habit.<br/><br/>"If she thinks I am going to sleep in this bloody thing she has another thought coming."