#Quick Coverage

[14dayswithyou]

HAPPY VARENTINES DAY, ANGEL ! I've been facing some tech issues recently, but!! To celebrate Ren's birthday and Valentine's Day, I'll be releasing Day 5 (the Early Access version) for all the Beta Testers in a few days!

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[eueball]

really gotta start calling him the style-lord huh

[the-leyline-directory]

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[runawaymun]

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[curiosity-killed]

I’m trying to write my coverage plan for next week but like 90% of what I do is like. just me. doing my thing.

[zazter-den]

Hey guys, letting you know I won't be online much this weekend. The more upset I get, the less coherent I am so bear with me.

I don't talk about it on my porn blog due to the Dark Content nature and the risks of being outed/doxxed, but I'm a Rrom activist and I am fucking drowning in grief and rage.

Most of you aren't aware that I went to a university with a large Jewish, Black, and Middle Eastern community- And in response to that, a man named Matt Heimbach started the 'White Student Union'.

I stood with Israeli and Black Lives Matter friends as we forcibly kicked Heimbach's ass off our fucking campus- Literally matching his white patrols with our own groups to protect people. We all knew the dangers of a man, even one with little to no *real* power, who was spouting genocidal rhetoric.

My activism comes from having a ferally empathic heart, knowing my own people's experience in the holocaust, and because of the emergenza nomadi. When in 2008, a woman was tragically murdered by a Rrom man- and the Italian Government publicly declared my people as the cause for all rising urban crime rates. The Italian government recommended deporting pretty much all Rrom and Sinti from the country or surveilling the ones that could prove 100% that they were born in Italy, and going as far as to say that my home region should be napalmed for a brighter future.

Even sports teams chant that they hope Vesuvius will erupt and wipe us out.

At the time, my friends stood by me in declaring how morally reprehensible it was that a government could do such a thing. Sparing not a scathing comment for either the officials or the residents that supported the right-wing government either directly or through their silence. -And those same friends are silent or bitching about "virtue signaling" while the Gaza Strip, and probably the entire population of Palestinian Domari, are razed to the ground. An entire romani people wiped out of existence, where even the holocaust had failed.

I need you all to understand, that the rhetoric is the same. The Holocaust, the Emergenza Nomadi, and what is happening now in Gaza is both Genocide and Genocide Ideation.

[aflawedfashion]

Madi and Evan were interviewed on NBC, and while they didn’t confirm anything, Madi definitely sounds like she wants to go for the next Olympics

[xxxjarchiexxx]

On Wednesday afternoon, thousands of American Jews and allies showed up to Capitol Hill to demand a ceasefire in Gaza and an end to Israeli genocide of Palestinians. It was the biggest Jewish protest in solidarity with Palestinians in U.S. history, according to writer and activist Naomi Klein, who spoke at the action. She was joined by U.S. representatives Rashida Tlaib and Cori Bush. 

19 October 2023

[calandrinon]

Lucy Duolingo doesn't believe this shit either

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Your income and financial obligations (e.g., debts, mortgage).

Family expenses, including education and daily living costs.

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Determine an accurate coverage amount based on your financial situation.

Avoid overpaying for unnecessary coverage.

Ensure your family is adequately protected in the event of your passing. It simplifies decision-making and saves time when comparing policies.

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Estimated future expenses, such as children's education or healthcare costs.

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Offer a starting point for discussions with insurance providers.

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Independent financial planning platforms.

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[moretrends]

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The Pilkada (regional elections) 2024 in Indonesia has garnered widespread attention, with quick counts serving as a popular method for preliminary results. Quick counts provide near-real-time insights based on sample data from polling stations, offering a snapshot of election outcomes before official tallies are completed.

Understanding Quick Counts

Quick counts differ from exit polls as they rely on actual vote data from polling stations rather than interviews with voters. Accredited survey institutions conduct these counts, ensuring a high level of accuracy and transparency. For example, Litbang Kompas reported quick count results with 42% of data processed for West Java, a critical province in this election​

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The KPU’s (General Elections Commission) Real Count system is another tool for real-time election updates. Sirekap, the KPU’s digital tool, is utilized to verify and publish results directly from polling stations. Although past technical challenges have been noted, the system has been improved for the 2024 elections, ensuring greater reliability​

For those interested in detailed live updates, major media outlets such as Kompas, CNN Indonesia, and Tempo provide continuous coverage. Links to their platforms offer accessible, up-to-date quick count information across various regions​

Key Takeaways

Transparency and Speed: Quick counts are crucial for early result indications while waiting for KPU’s official announcements.

Digital Integration: Tools like Sirekap enhance result dissemination but demand vigilant monitoring to address technical issues.

Media Involvement: Trusted outlets play a pivotal role in distributing reliable quick count data.

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What Is Quick Count and Why Is It Important?

Quick counts are data-driven methods to project election results based on samples taken from polling stations. They are distinct from exit polls, which rely on interviews with voters after casting their ballots. Quick counts utilize official data directly from the polling stations, making them highly reliable for early projections.

Monitoring Real Count Results

While quick counts are widely regarded for speed, the KPU’s Real Count system provides official results. The Sistem Informasi Rekapitulasi (Sirekap), KPU’s digital tool, is used to collect and publish vote counts directly from polling stations. This system improves transparency, allowing the public to access real-time data. However, Sirekap has faced criticism for technical glitches in previous elections. Ahead of the 2024 Pilkada, KPU has committed to enhancing the system’s accuracy and reliability​

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Visit the KPU’s official portal or mobile application.

Navigate through province-specific links to find detailed results.

The interface allows citizens to track results by district and region.

Live Quick Count Updates

Major news outlets play a pivotal role in distributing quick count results to the public. Reputable platforms like Kompas, Tempo, and CNN Indonesia provide real-time updates through their websites and social media channels. For example:

Tempo offers step-by-step guides for checking real count updates and detailed reporting from the field.

Kompas publishes quick count results with regular updates, ensuring transparency in data processing​

CNN Indonesia streams live quick counts from four prominent survey institutions, consolidating data for easier public access​

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Challenges and Criticisms of Quick Counts

Although quick counts are celebrated for their speed and efficiency, they are not without challenges. Critics often point to:

Sample Size and Coverage: The accuracy depends on the breadth and randomness of samples taken from polling stations.

Technical Glitches: Digital tools like Sirekap have previously faced synchronization issues, causing delays in publishing data.

Public Misinterpretation: Quick counts are preliminary and should not be mistaken for official results. Misunderstandings may lead to premature declarations of victory by candidates.

To address these concerns, institutions conducting quick counts follow strict accreditation and quality control protocols. The KPU also works to educate voters about the distinction between quick counts and official real counts​

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Quick Count Insights: They provide fast, reliable snapshots of election trends, helping stakeholders prepare for potential outcomes.

Real Count Accuracy: The KPU’s improved digital tools aim to ensure credibility and transparency in the official tally.

Public Engagement: Real-time updates from trusted news outlets allow citizens to stay informed and involved in the electoral process.

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[writersdrug]

Bartender!Simon accidentally running into Waitress!Reader while she’s carrying a bunch of drinks for a table, causing them to spill all over herself 👉🏻👈🏻

Even more bonus points if she’s dressed in a white shirt, iykyk 👀

You're onto something here

Also, combining this with the ask about reader snooping through Simon's flat on the 3rd floor

Warnings: NSFW, slight humiliation, Simon goes from gentleman to having nasty nasty thoughts

It's a busy night - when mid-September rolls in, the nights get colder, and people gravitate towards the warm lighting of the bar through the street-front window. You still have a couple of hours left on your shift, which means Ghost still has a while, too.

He can't remember how many beers he's poured tonight. The noise of the shaker is drowned out by the buzz in his head. Mack wants another PBR. Table eleven still needs their shots and two Martinis. He's in the zone, pouring liquor and juices and bitters with practiced skill. He catches every word from the patrons at the bar - at least, every order. He mumbles out a quick "step back, please" when a gaggle of girls tries to stand near the end of the bar, waiting for their drinks. The bar is completely seated, people stuffing themselves between chairs to place their orders. Somon's got half a mind to tell them to clear out and get the fuck back, but he has to be civil. It won't be this hellish for too much longer - Price texted Simon that he'd be there in a bit to help.

Simon's more concerned about you: you're running around, delivering food and drink, bringing condiments and refilling waters - you're weaving between tables, maneuvering around bodies with a quick "sorry" or "scuse me"... you're at one table, and in the blink of an eye, you're at another. Simon sometimes doesn't realize you went into the kitchen until you're busting the door open with plates of food. You're covered in a light sheen of sweat, your usual chipper attitude dampened by the Friday night rush. Simon doesn't miss the way you scowl when you hear a table calling for you, when both of your hands are full.

You push yourself through the crowd of girls hovering by the end of the bar. You huff, grabbing a tray and some glasses. "Is it national 'Go to a Bar' day?" You mumble, squeezing behind Simon and heading to the free soda gun.

He barely makes an effort to reply. "Must be." He grunts, pulling several bottles from the shelves and setting them on the counter. He's snatching this and that - you fill your glasses with water, sliding behind him and grabbing the various drinks on the end of the back and stacking them on your tray.

A man elbowed his way between the patrons at the bar. "Can I get another DogFish IPA?" He says, sticking his glass across the bar.

Simon groans internally, but he keeps a stoic face. He quickly leans to his left and reaches for the glass - right as you were picking up your tray, now stacked with drinks. You stumble back, not expecting Simon to be so close to you, and bump into one of the girls that crowds by the bar's entrance.

Simon feels his stomach drop when he sees each of the glasses topple over. You're instantly drenched, alcohol splashing across your eyes, which you have squeezed shut from the onslaught of fluids. Your shirt is absolutely soaked; a few of the glasses fall to the ground and shatter upon impact, alerting the entire bar and making their heads turn to you - the man who handed Simon the glass is ogling at you shamelessly, and the girl you'd bumped into turns around with a simple oh…

You're frozen, eyes wide and your entire front soaking. Your white shirt is practically see-through, clinging to your skin and providing little coverage for your pink, lacy bra. You look mortified and on the verge of tears. Your panicked stare drifts to Simon - you think he's going to yell at you, or worse: give you the silent treatment for the rest of the night because he's too frustrated to speak.

Simon is trying to keep his own staring under wraps – your tits look absolutely tantalizing, hugged so tightly by your wet shirt – but he snaps out of his daze when he sees your teary eyes. He drops everything - you're the most important person in the room right now. He quickly takes the tray from you and sets it aside.

"Here-" he shoves a fresh rag into your hands. "Cover up with that." He says, taking you by your shoulders and leaning down to your level. "Third floor, there's a dresser on th' left side, second drawer has shirts. Go dry off 'n get a new shirt, I'll clean this up."

You're too stunned to cry. You're angry, embarrassed, frustrated... there's so much happening around you, so many eyes staring at your fuck-up, but Simon's eyes keep you from losing control of your emotions. He doesn’t seem angry or irate – he’s worried about you. Shouldn't you help him clean up? It's your mess after all. "But-"

"Hush. Go on, luv - you're practically see-through." He quickly turns you around and gently shoves you into the crowd, and you hurry away to the stairwell without protest, holding the rag close to your chest.

Simon sighs. The pub slowly starts to return to normal, though people aren't trying as hard to get their drinks. A sense of shame seems to hang around everyone’s heads, though there was only one party at fault, here. He stares daggers at the girls who are still hovering by the bar. The one you ran into is gawking back in fear - she knows she messed up.

"Get the fuck back." Simon seethes, storming over to the POS. They all scramble away and press against the wall, afraid he might start swinging at them. "Finish ya drinks and leave. 'M closin' your tab. You're done."

They dissipate back into the crowd, right as Soap pops his head out of the kitchen. "Heard a crash, ye alright?"

"Fuckin' wankers can't understand simple orders." Simon grumbles, grabbing a broom from the corner and sweeping up the glass. "Slag couldn't get her ass out th' fuckin walkway and made bird spill a tray."

"Christ, she ok?"

"Upstairs. Changin'. Shirt nearly disappeared when it got wet."

"Need me tae check up on-"

"Got a fuckin' kitchen t' run, don't ya?"

Johnny scoffs and disappears back into the kitchen. Simon continues sweeping - he spots Price jogging up to the building throught he street front window, and he sighs in relief.

Upstairs, you do just as Simon instructed. You're topless, your bra still a bit damp after you tried to towel-dry it with he rag Simon gave you. You're sifting through his drawer, face scrunched as you shuffle through and inspect each shirt. You're a bit miffed at how many plain, black t shirts he has - has he ever stepped foot into an Old Navy? - but, eventually, you hit the jackpot.

You pull a shirt from the very bottom of the drawer. It's army green, a bit worn over the years, with a bit of a natural, masculine musk clinging to it. The right front chest has a skull, a sword, and wings, along with the table "Task Force 141". On the back, in large letters: "LT. RILEY".

A smile creeps its way onto your face. He never said which shirt... he said any shirt. And this is the one you want.

Your bra comes off quicky, the fabric still wet and uncomfortable. You toss it somewhere on the bed behind you – you’re sure Simon wouldn’t mind if you hung it over the back of his chair, right? Can’t be wearing a wet bra while you’re running around the restaurant; you’d have a bra-shaped water stain on your shirt. Or, worse – you’d get sick. And you know for a fact (though he’s never said it to you) that Simon would kick himself if you got sick on the job.

You quickly pull the shirt on - it swallows you, both in size and scent. It smells just like him - the bodywash you catch a whiff of when you pass him, the slight muskiness that surrounds you when he reaches above you to grab something - it's all there, just tenfold. You stand up and pull it down; it covers your thighs down to your shorts, almost making it look like you weren’t wearing any to an unassuming person.

You take a peek around the room: it’s quite cozy, even with a lack of real décor. The bed sits against the middle of the wall, with Carolina blue sheets and a grey comforter. The pillows look rather worn, but there’s at least three of them. There’s a television on the dresser that faces the bed, and a small bookshelf in the corner next to an antique-looking chair, except the shelf is filled with mostly keepsakes and memorabilia. Any books in the room are stacked on the edges of the two bay windows, embedded in the brick wall that faces the street. The only lighting comes from three lamps: one on the nightstand by his bed, a taller one next to the clothes rack near the bathroom, and a lantern-looking lamp that he’s somehow attached next to the door.

Curiosity gets the better of you – discovering anything about Simon that he hasn’t already told you is like striking oil. You pad over to the shelf, leaning down to inspect the various objects. A balaclava, rolled up and tucked behind a box. In said box is a medal, bronze and dull, with a fist tightly holding a blazing torch. A worn-down pair of sunglasses lay next to a ring. A green stone sits on a silver band, nestled between two ivy vines. There’s a picture of the four of them: Simon, Johnny, Price, and even Kyle – you had assumed they had met Kyle through the restaurant industry, but there they all were. Dressed in military uniforms, holding guns and posing with stern faces in front of a helicopter. Simon was wearing a rather terrifying skull mask, the rest of him completely covered by his uniform. You were only able to recognize Simon from his brown eyes, but the man in the photo looked entirely different from the bartender downstairs.

Fuck! You completely forgot that you were a waitress, sniffing around your manager’s office when you should be tending to your tables. You turned on your heel and left Simon’s room, running down the stairs two at a time.

Simon was still in the eye of the storm – barely a word had been passed between him and Price, other than a simple hello when he had first hopped behind the bar. Simon was keeping an eye on your tables, which were currently satisfied for the time being – but damn, what was taking you so long? Were you showcasing all of his shirts? The thought of that would’ve had him biting his cheek to prevent a boner, but he was too busy to be anything but concerned for you.

On cue, you come bounding down the stairs, throwing yourself back into the busy crowd as you tie your server apron around your waist. Simon pours a tap, barely able to make out your form flitting through the crowd, making sure your tables are well-off and happy. Price calls your name over the din of the crowd, and you squeeze yourself through the mass of people to collect the drinks sitting on the end of the bar.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, setting your drinks on a tray. “Had to mop myself up a bit with the rag. Did anyone order anything from my tables?” you ask, looking at Simon.

He’s… occupied. His eyes are trained on your shirt. His shirt. That army green that brought up so many old memories, ones he hadn’t thought of in a long time,..

His shirt. Covering your body – and, fucking Christ, you’re not wearing a bra. You’re completely naked under that shirt.

You’re confused. He’s staring at you with such a shocked, glassy pair of eyes that you wonder if you’ve shot him in the leg. You look down at what he’s staring at – oh, right. The shirt. A part of you heats up in embarrassment, and a part in… something else. Yes, I took your shirt. I’ve got your name on my back. If he’s thoroughly upset by this, he’s not expressing it. And if you’re mistaken in the thought that he looks aroused (you wouldn’t be surprised to find him drooling behind the mask – you know how delicious you look right now), you’ll give him the shirt back eventually and pretend this never happened.

“Thanks for earlier.” You spoke over the noisy chatter around you. “This, uh- I hope it’s ok, it was the first shirt I saw.”

Bullshit. He knows he buried that thing deep in his drawer. He did it on purpose. “’S fine.” He mumbles, still dazed.

You glance at him as you carefully balance the tray on your hand. The printer is dealing ticket after ticket of drinks as Price enters them – the man looks at Simon with a frustrated, tight-lipped glare, working double-time to push orders through.

“I’ll be back to grab the rest.” You say quickly. You scurry off, careful to avoid slamming into anyone this time. Simon nearly has a heart attack when he sees his last name across your back. You might as well have his bite mark branded onto the side of your neck.

This opens up a nasty can of worms for him. He’s a goner – he’s thinking about chasing you around the bar, after hours, while all you’re wearing is his shirt; snatching you up and slamming you down on the bar, shoving his face in between your thighs; what you sound like when he pumps you with his fingers; pounding you against the wall in the office, hips crashing into yours as he growls and grunts in your ear, “wanna wear my fuckin’ name, baby? hmm? wanna make sure everyone in this fuckin’ pub knows you’re mine? I’ll gladly fuckin’ help you, fuckin’ tease-“; god, he needs you, he needs to know what you feel like wrapped around his dick, what you sound like when he’s reaching those spots, he needs your nails in his back and your palm smacking him across his face and your teeth on his neck-

“Simon!”

John’s- no, Captain Price’s voice shuts off the movie playing in his mind. He looks at him, barely recognizing the growing frustration in his eyes – Simon’s fighting his own demons right now, and he isn’t even sure if his Captain’s wrath can save him.

“Stop thinkin’ with your Pork Sword and get your arse back on bar.” Price barks – a few of the regulars laugh at that, and Simon realizes he’d had an audience.

He clears his throat and grabs a ticket, quickly reading it and grabbing a glass. He forces himself to let go of the fantasy – he’ll have all night to think about it once he closes. That, or he’ll be hating himself for even thinking of you in that way, especially when the situation wasn’t in your favor. For now, though, he’s got a job to do. He continues to pour and stir and shake drinks left and right, occasionally stealing glances at you, prancing around with his title.

He knows one thing’s for certain – your bra is still somewhere in his room.