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A few days ago, yet another day dawned and I did my usual routine. I woke up. I munched on a few slices of bone dry Q1 generic grain toast. And then I left my house.

I proceeded off to another fun day at karlwithak housing building shod- ugh, humble abodes.

Once I arrived there, I signed myself in, spent a few minutes reading the day's news, did a few seconds of work, and then left after getting my daily wage. Then off to the gym I went to do some training. However, I found to my great displeasure that the special Martial Arts and Military Tactics (war-games) class organized by the PEACE GC wasn't taking place on that day. I had even invested in a few brand new Q1 bokken for the supposed wargame that was meant to take place that day.

In any case, I thought, "Oh well, I guess it's nice to take a break once in a while and just relax". Thus I strolled along to the local forum for some rest and relaxation.

The next day, I awoke again and followed my standard routine but lo and behold! Once again, there was to be no war-game. Such was the case today as well. Well, enough was enough! I simply had to get more of a workout! After all, as a new addition to the JIA, I have to keep myself in good condition in case any emergency arises. Not only that, being so used to a regular and thorough daily workout, I simply couldn't get to sleep last night, as I was still full of energy. Thus, I headed off to the gym again, only to be met with further frustration!

"Due to administrative difficulties, gym members may only use the gym once per day - The Management"

I stood for a few moments, slack jawed. "EMPRESS! Will I never again know a good night's sleep?!"

It was then that a cliched wind blew a pamphlet into my face, wrapping tightly around my head like some accursed octopus. Little did it know that I was highly energetic from a lack of exercise and I ripped it from my face, crumpling it whilst grasping it in my hand like some offending weed I had just plucked from my herb garden. I opened it up to read it, wondering what mere leaflet dared to try suffocate a member of the JIA.

It was a bright piece of paper with a slightly rotated torii set upon a background of a Japanese style sunburst with some heavily stylised script stretching across the middle! I squinted my eyes at it, trying to decipher it. "Hmmm what's this? AH! It's. It's! It's a private gym! YOSH!"

And so I rushed to the location of this other gym, and to the first person I saw, I exclaimed, "Sign me up! I want to be a member". Well, this distinguished looking citizen looked at me in horror, his brow furrowed with creases, his mouth wide open, and his face contorted into an expression of surprise... his cigar somehow still precariously balancing on the tip of his tongue!

He nodded almost imperceptibly.

I rejoiced.

I was glad to be able to put my new bokken to good use. It was then that I noticed a large plasma screen display embedded into a wall in the lobby of this gym, and I realised my dire mistake.

"Tequila Fitness Club. Members: 43. Orientation: Center, Libertarian"

By the Empress! I was once again signed up with a political party. I looked up at the display yet again.

"Members: 44"

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Getting far more than she bargained for,
Laurana "Psi"
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