#mobile dispatch

[ladytemeraire]

Man there are some things I miss about not being active on Twitter but I DEFINITELY don't miss the virulent hate aces in general and Yasmin Benoit in particular get on a regular basis (which always ramps up during Pride)

[heybaetae]

jungkook will never live that tan line down

[armagnac-army]

SOULT

What.

I NEED A WEEDING CAKE

Hmmph. Might I ask why?

IM GETTING MARRIED TO BESSIÈRES TO SHOW HIS STUPID FACE WHO CAN BE THE BEST HUSBAND

… I refuse to be involved in this nonsense. I thought Marshal Bessières was a more sensible man than that.

WELL HAVE A SHITTY STORE BOIGHT CAKE AND ITLL BE YOUR FAULT

Fine. It will be the finest cake you have ever eaten.

IT BETTER BE

And might I ask, what does our mutual colleague think of this?

Did you call me..?

IM MARRYING YOU

Before this becomes an amusing comedy of errors, he means that other facet of you that is not currently married to Duroc.

I… am at a loss for words.

YOU BETTER BE

A final question. Who is going to officiate this sham marriage of yours?

NO FUCKING CLUE DO YOU WANT TO DO IT

I am not authorised to conduct marriages, I must regretfully inform you.

BUT THEY AUTHORISE YOU TO CONDUCT CAKE

You do not need a license to “conduct cake”.

THEY SHOULD

If… I am not needed here anymore, I will take my leave to go and drown my sorrows while questioning my life choices.

MAYBE YOU CAN OFFICIATE THE WEDDING

I am not authorised either, Montebello.

WHO FUCKING CARES

Many people would prefer you not make a mockery of a sacred institution.

The conversation proceeded to go nowhere good.

[brenna]

Pick your top 4 comfort albums. Make yours here. I was tagged by @thefuzzhead

Thank you for tagging me. This was tough, especially to pick specifically comfort albums. So I picked two long-standing ones and two newer ones that I always go back to because that's comfort to me. To always want to return.

Tagging 4 people seems to be the thing so lemme grab:

@kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon

@waitingtobebroken

@justsomebirdy

@adverbian

No pressure, and others please do this, too, if you want! Tag me if you do; I wanna see your picks.

[nemtclouddispatchsoftware]

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[lilacinfotech]

A comprehensive guide to choosing the right taxi dispatch software for your cab service business, based on industry needs and requirements

Choosing the right taxi dispatch software for your cab service business is crucial to ensure efficient operations and meet the industry's needs and requirements.

A comprehensive guide can help you navigate through the various options available and make an informed decision. Firstly, identify your business needs such as fleet size, geographical coverage, and specific features required. Consider factors like ease of use, scalability, and integration capabilities with other systems you use. Research and compare different software providers in the market, and check their reliability, reputation, and customer reviews. Look for a solution that offers real-time tracking, digital dispatching, and automatic fare calculation to enhance customer experience and streamline operations.

Additionally, consider the user interface, as a user-friendly system will facilitate a quicker adoption by your drivers and staff. Evaluate the customer support and training provided by the software provider as it's essential for a smooth transition and ongoing support. Lastly, consider the cost implications, taking into account both upfront and recurring expenses. By carefully considering these factors and aligning them with your business needs, you can effectively choose the right taxi dispatch software that caters to your cab service business requirements while optimizing operations and enhancing customer satisfaction.

[fieldforcetracker1]

HVAC Service Software

[13atoms]

Handsome and a Genius (Spencer Reid x F!Bau!Reader)

Inspired by that one scene in x files where mulder stands like a himbo looking handsome and being the future of beauty. you know the one I mean

Summary: Spencer’s overactive brain draws more attention than it ought to on a case, and you see him in a new light. 3k words.

Contains: hostile witnesses, spencer being clueless (but an absolute babe), friends to lovers. (No offence to Florida im sure it’s very nice, reader is having a bad day, and I am far too British for that kind of heat)

The sticky Florida air had long since plastered your clothes to your skin, leaving you short of breath and with the unpleasant feeling of damp hair against your scalp. The whole team had groaned at the revelation their next case would be in the outskirts of Miami, and as soon as the plane door opened you understood why.

You were hot, and grumpy. The salty, swampy air made you feel disgusting as you approached witness after witness. There was a serial killer operating in and around mobile home parks in the area, with the two most recent murders taking place in Royal Biscayne Trailer Park, both over a week ago. While the rest the team spread out across the other crime scenes, you and your partner had been dispatched to this one.

It was a world away from Quantico: sun-bleached, dense, full of plastic and palms instead of concrete and maples. Nonetheless, the principles remained the same no matter where you were. Take everything in, speak to everyone, suspect everyone. Stepping in and out of trailers gave you very little relief from the heat, although respite from the sun pounding down on you was a welcome break.

Dr Spencer Reid stood a short distance away, shielding his eyes with his hand as he contemplated the sea of trailers around him. He’d stared around as you drove into the park, something faraway in his eyes as he memorised every detail from the safety of the SUV.

Now he stood close to you, heads inches apart as he whispered so that only you could hear. He faced one way, you the other, and you could focus on his words knowing that Spencer was watching your back.

“These things all come equipped with the same locks, at least each model does. If you recognise the trailer home, you know how to pick it. It’s fairly trivial, for someone with some basic industry knowledge.”

You hummed through pursed lips, surveying the small crowd who had gathered to gawk at a pair of FBI officers on their turf.

“And that would be true of all of the trailer parks… we know he’s got a common MO.”

“Exactly.”

“You reckon someone in the industry, then? A salesman? Maintenance guy?”

Spencer rolled his neck, stared up at the sky for a moment. His curls were long at the moment, damp at the name of his neck, a little frizzy in the humidity.

“Not necessarily.”

“It’s quite specific,” you agreed, “anyone operating as a common thief around here would have the knowledge too. We could be talking about a classic escalation – burglar to home invader to murderer?”

His eyes snapped from you to his phone.

“I’ve asked Garcia to check out any patterns in robberies, home invasions… the locks are hardly scratched. We know he wears gloves, cleans his tools. This guy knows what he’s doing.”

You nodded, surveying the street again. The sun was glinting off of white plastic, making you squint. You worried for Spencer, the heat and the light wouldn’t be doing his headaches any good.

“You want me to take that?” Spencer was saying, and you snapped your attention in the direction he was gestured.

There was middle-aged man a little way forward of the crowd, shoulders hunched, hands entwined. Nervous. He had the tan of someone who lived here year-round, not a big believer in suncream, with tanlines when he removed his hat and glasses to speak to you.

“I’ve got it,” you murmured, and Spencer nodded.

It was an unspoken part of your partnership, that Spencer liked when you started conversations with witnesses. You liked that he trusted you, trusted your skills, never questioned whether you’d done the right thing when you spoke to people.

Instead he remained a short distance away, climbing up the front steps of someone’s home for a higher vantage point to survey the place.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you. You said you’re with the FBI?”

The man had a tip, and it was an interesting one. A rumour spread throughout the HOA about someone trying the locks at night, the sound of metal against the doorways, silhouettes against frosted glass. A few people even had security camera footage, though nothing identifiable. It was great. You gave him your card, told him to get the footage to you asap.

It must be terrifying, you realised, to hear that kind of noise in the night. To be so close to danger, after a neighbour had been killed. The local sheriff’s department seemed frustrated by the interest the case was garnering – frankly you were amazed the story wasn’t bigger. There was no small amount of comforting involved in the conversation you had with the witness, and soon enough a few more people stepped forwards from the crowd. All seemed middle-aged, likely transplants to the sunshine state, and equally shaken.

When everyone’s stories had finished, they stood in silence for a moment. You frowned, noticing their gazes slightly misaligned.

Spencer.

He was stood at your shoulder, sharp gaze flickering across each face of the gathered residents.

“This is my colleague, Dr Reid. A few of you have already met, I believe.”

“You know,” he began, “the socio-economic factors influencing the way we think about crime in mobile home communities are fascinating. Often trailer parks are stereotyped negatively in the media, and because they are generally cheaper to live in than traditional housing estates, and that can foster a sense of shame or isolation for residents. Transient populations can also make community policing and security difficult, and anomalies in the patterns of everyday life become more difficult for people to subconsciously spot.”

You held your breath, and tried not to look worried at the reaction of the small crowd. Instead, you focused on Spencer. He was speaking with his hands a lot today.

“But I think the assumptions we tend to make about trailer parks completely overlook the very nature of living so close to your neighbours. There is a sense of community in living so closely, as evidenced by the conversations we’ve been having today. I’m not sure whether the killer understands that, or is exploiting the former theory that places like this allow for more deviations from the way we implement traditional security in communities. An unsub might hold some sort of resentment towards trailer parks, or some specific resident in his past, or perhaps he’s simply exploiting how incredibly easy it is to simply walk up to a mobile home and slip the lock open with a humble mass-produced lock pick.”

He was greeted with a sea of blank faces, littered with the occasional frown. Finally he looked to you. You caught the furrow of his brow, the way his shoulders hunched into himself, the clutching of his elbows to his body.

Oh, Spencer.

“That’s really interesting!” you tried to say, but Spencer was already backing away.

“Anyway, I’ll, um, leave you to it.”

“Thank you, Dr Reid,” you called after him, as he fled, disappearing into the shade of a nearby trailer.

 Your heart ached for him a bit, but you pushed that aside. Instead, you had a sea of potentially offended retirees to keep on side.

“God, what I’d give for a brain like that,” your witness laughed, his linen shirt straining under the movement.

You couldn’t help smiling, a little relieved the tension had broken.

“It’s not often someone has a face like that and a good head on their shoulders,” one of the older ladies piped up.

You found yourself looking over your shoulder at Spencer, his profile sharp as he looked down the road, deep in thought.

“He’s certainly a rare breed,” you agreed fondly.

A number of the crowd were following your gaze, and someone in you wanted to snap them out of it. Stop them from staring.

“He actually has an eidetic memory. Once he’s seen or heard something, he remembers it perfectly, forever. It’s incredible.”

“Oh, my goodness! I can hardly remember my own email password!”

“I wouldn’t mind if he hung around me and talked like that all day, even if I didn’t understand a word of it. Though perhaps he could use a haircut…”

There was a chorus of agreement and various coo-ing which seemed to occupy the entire scale from grandmotherly to entirely inappropriate. You couldn’t help staring at Spencer a moment longer, wondering if he was truly oblivious, or simply pretending to be.

A rare breed.

You were certain you’d never met anyone else like him. Certain you felt like a better version of yourself in his company. That you’d trust him with your life, that you searched every room you entered until you saw him. Watched the elevator doors each time they opened, all morning, until Spencer walked in.

You were certain you’d felt giddy the first time Spencer insisted the two of you would work together, alone.

 “Imagine knowing that he’d remember everything, forever…” one of the women was saying, her eyebrows raised in a way you didn’t particularly enjoy.

You cleared your throat, and hooked one hand over the badge at your waist.

“Unless anyone has any further leads, we’d better be on our way…”

The group silenced, and watched you dutifully. You passed out a few more cards, reiterated how dedicated the team was to stopping this killer, and gave out a few promises that there would be a police presence after dark throughout the trailer park.

When the request for any further questions was met with more glances towards Spencer, you thanked your witness, and made a beeline for the car. After only a few seconds Spencer was beside you, jogging to catch up.

“All done?” he asked, and you smiled at the question.

“I think so.”

You started the engine and both waited with the doors open for the car to cool down. The department’s penchant for black SUVs was not helpful when the sun was so vicious. Feeling the heat themselves, the group of residents had dispersed into a few groups, wandering into one another’s homes to continue gossiping.

“God, I’m disgusting,” you lamented, “sorry for the sweat-smell. I might actually take a cold shower when we get to the hotel.”

Spencer was already waving you off, leaning into the car to mess with the AC. Through the open door you saw him groan at the heat, swiping a curl from his face.

“I’m afraid to raise my arms. It’s so humid, I’m not sure why anyone would retire here. High humidity aggravates a number of chronic conditions, especially respiratory ones, which are common in older people. Not to mention the skin cancer…”

“And it ruins your hair,” you teased.

Spencer faked a gasp, and reached for a damp, limp section of his hair.

“I mean, look at it!”

You laughed, and rolled your eyes at him, nothing but fondness settling warm and tight in your chest.

Surveying the road in front of you for one final time you saw a few curtain-twitchers, but no new faces. You climbed into the car, wincing at the heat. The seatbelt buckle was burning hot, and you swore as it burned your fingers.

“I always forget about that,” you grumbled, slamming the car door closed.

“You know, if you fasten your seatbelt after you get out, it stops the metal getting hot and burning you,” Reid offered, and you rolled your eyes at him again.

“Gosh, doesn’t it get exhausting being right about everything?”

Spencer went quiet, and all you heard was the click of his own belt. After a few moments the car was cool and bearable, and your lungs felt like they could finally move again. The sat-nav happily talked away, and you started stealing worried looks at your partner once you’d returned to properly-maintained roads.

“What you said out there was really good, do you mind if we go over it again once we get to the station? I think it’s worth exploring.”

“I shouldn’t have said it in front of them.”

He was right, but you didn’t have to heart to say anything. That was the thing which made your heart twinge about Spencer – he was so insecure, and yet so self-aware, it was the worst of both worlds. Being an expert in body language was a double-edged sword.

“I don’t think they minded. Did you hear those old ladies talking about your big brain?”

Spencer didn’t laugh. He turned himself towards the window, curled up with his hand beneath his jaw.

“They were very impressed. So was I, for what it’s worth. I think we’ll make some really good progress on this profile tonight.”

He hummed agreement. Watched a vista of blurred blue and green and white going past the window. The radio was turned down to a low hum, you could hardly hear it. Silence pierced its way through and sound of mumbled songs and road noise.

“Are you okay?” you asked finally.

“I’m okay.”

You sighed. Tapped the steering wheel. Sped a little to get through an intersection on amber.

 “Spencer…”

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to ruin that for you I just… sometimes I think of things and it’s like I have to tell you.

“Spencer I’m not mad at you! Not at all! I think we’re both just tired, and too warm…”

He didn’t say anything.

“Honestly, I was worried you’d heard what those ladies were saying about you and gotten upset. It was inappropriate of them…”

“I didn’t hear anything. What did they say?”

Your gaze was focused on the road, but you met Spencer’s eye in the rear-view mirror as he watched your face.

“Just that you were a handsome young man. And that they wanted you to get a haircut, which I firmly disagree with…” you teased.

Spencer touched his hair self-consciously. He was still quite curled up, leaning away from you despite his interest in the conversation.

“That’s nice of them, I suppose.”

“‘Nice’ is an interesting way of putting it, but I’m glad you’re not upset about it.”

“When I was a kid, I read a book at the library about how to tell if you’re attractive. It was for women, all about makeup and stuff, but there was a section about what made guys hot. I could never figure it out, I just always thought I looked like an alien.”

The sudden change made you sit up straight, heart in your mouth as you rolled to a stop behind a queue of traffic.

“I think everyone feels like that sometimes. Being a teenager is really hard.”

 “I… yeah. I suppose so.”

“I always felt so jealous of the people who walked around looking perfect every day, confident that they were not. It just never came naturally to me.”

“Really? I assumed you were one of those girls in school who I’d be too afraid to talk to.”

You scoffed, and for a moment were struck by how little you really knew about one another. The way Spencer looked at you, looked it everyone, it felt as though he had an x-ray into every tiny detail of your life. How could he know, though?

“Of course not,” you laughed nervously.

You weren’t sure if you’d prefer Spencer knew the truth, or kept believing whatever he’d made up ini his head. You weren’t sure what any of this conversation meant. Traffic was moving. The precinct was two turns away.

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

He was teasing you. Finally he leant back in his seat, shoulders square to it, legs stretched out in the passenger footwell.

“Either way, I’m glad you can talk to me now. I’d miss it if you didn’t.”

“You might be the only person on this planet with that opinion.”

You took a moment to glance across the car at him, and caught a flash of a smile. He was joking. You released tension from your shoulders you hadn’t realised you were holding.

“I’m sure that’s not true. You’re a handsome genius, just like Barbara said.”

“Her name was Barbara?” Reid laughed.

You shrugged, and took the final turn into the precinct parking lot.

“I’ve got no idea.”

Even with the SUV in park, the aircon no longer blasting away, neither of you moved. Not for a moment, at least. A moment of peace before the chaos all began again. Just the two of you. Wherever you were, with Spencer was your favourite place to be.

“You’re the same, you know. A genius. And handsome…”

You frowned.

“Pretty! Beautiful. You know what I mean.”

“Handsome?”

In truth, you didn’t care about the words. Not at all. Not when your heart was pounding at the realisation Spencer had his gaze fixed on your lips, his eyes soft and pupils blown wide.

“Beautiful,” Spencer repeated, “You know, in a lot of languages, handsome can be translated for men and women. The word itself doesn’t have a gender. Guapa, for example, in Spanish…”

You let him talk, on and on. You decided you wouldn’t kiss him yet, while your hair was matted in sweat and Spencer’s face was brushed with sunburn and embarrassment.

“Bella is more popular in South America, though, or bonita. My favourite is Japanese, though. Kirei. To be beautiful both inside and out…”

Only a few more moments passed before Morgan arrived and banged on the glass with a wide grin and a sweat-beaded brow, announcing a break in the case. You were sorry for the interruption.

[coeluvr]

New Chapter Released!

Hello, everyone! 💗

Chapter 3 brings you approximately 55k words in total.

LINK

So, in this update:

You are now an adult, you survived everything life has thrown your way so far. Twenty years old now... so much time has passed since that unforgettable night.

Did you burn the previous Consort's room? Did you not burn the room? How have your decisions shaped the present in front of you?

Two years ago, Helios and Hunter embarked on a journey to Vesphire, while you were confined to your palace. In a matter of hours, they will be back. However, they won't be the only ones returning; the Imperial Army, dispatched two years prior to assist Norazaan in their war, will also be arriving with the royals of that land to express their gratitude.

A hunt has been organized to greet the guests from Norazaan upon their arrival. Whether you choose to participate or not, life will continue as usual. I trust you're ready for whatever may accompany the event.

A few additional changes have been made so...

You will have to restart from the beginning due to rewritten content and stats.

Thank you all for your patience and support, I hope you enjoy this new chapter. 💗

For those that are unfamiliar with the game :

Crown of Ashes and Flames is a fantasy interactive fiction game, free to play from start to finish, on pc and mobile. You play as the only remaining member of the royal family of Vesphire; living in the home of the man who took away everything from you.

The game is safe for those 17 and older and there are many content warnings. Make sure to read them before playing it.

Like the premise so far? Check out the pinned post and give it a try!

If you enjoyed the game, please reblog! One of the things that makes me happy is seeing others enjoy what I have created. Let me know your thoughts and rate the game as well. 💗

[ladytemeraire]

ADHD is going to literally make me insane. I got all the way to work and realized I didn't have my badge even though I knew I'd clipped it to my belt when I put my shoes on to take Sadie out. Turns out I clipped it to my dog treat waist pouch instead of my actual belt, so it got left at home. It's only a five minute drive back home, but come on.

Like, no wonder so many of us also have anxiety and depression! We end up paranoid that we're always forgetting something, and when we do we end up feeling like there's no point in even trying.

[lovecolibri]

Bobby and Athena got courhouse married in an ending episode montage, Henren vow renewal was also background in a montage, and Madney wedding episode had more Doug being a disgusting creep than Madney.

It is TIME!! We have one last firefam pair that needs to get married and Buddie are primed for this kind of episode. We deserve a whole episode of FUN wedding disasters! Think Modern Family Mitch and Cam wedding getting interrupted by wildfires, and moving to multiple places and things falling apart along the way.

We NEED the firefam to be dressed up, ready to go, and end up with an emergency on their hands wherever they are. It actually would make the perfect opening disaster arc! End mid-season 9 with a proposal and 9b is Buddie fiancés and some wedding planning mentions. Then start season 10 a 2 hour premiere with the last of the wedding stuff, but oh no! The end of the episode is the start of the disaster right as the wedding is about to start! Then we get episode 2 of the disaster ending on a cliffhanger of one or both Buck and Eddie in A Deadly Situation! Episode 3 is the end of the arc, the saving of Buck and Eddie, culminating in them coming back to work after a check at the hospital to make sure they're alright, and seeing a firehouse wedding all set up. Bobby is officiating, Hen got her cake guy to come through, May and Athena and Karen did flower arrangements, Maddie and Linda mobilized dispatch to cook, and Ravi (with a clipboard like Buck taught him) got B-shift and the rest of A-shift to get everything into place.

We get to ACTUALLY hear vows this time, and see the firefam there and crying and some actual dancing and s3 finale party feels. End the episode with the alarm going off and everyone rushing out, and wishing Buck and Eddie a good time, while Maddie gives them tickes for *insert honeymoon trip thing*. We start episode 4 with Buddie in bed together on the last morning before heading home, and a whole season of married Buddie!

I just. I need an actual wedding episode, with disaster AND fun, and who better than the will-they, won't-they couple of the series?

[satellitebroadcast]

Iraqi Health Ministry spokesman Saif Al-Badr to Al-Akhbar:

Iraq has offered Lebanon its full support, including the readiness to receive any number of the wounded from last week’s massacres, and to provide assistance in the form of medicine, medical supplies, equipment, and personnel such as doctors and nurses. He added that, following the directives of Prime Minister Mohammed Shia’ Al-Sudani and with oversight from Health Minister Saleh Mehdi Al-Hasnawi, a military plane carrying a medical team of 20 specialists and 50 tons of medical supplies was dispatched to Lebanon on Tuesday. According to Iraqi sources, the total aid sent by the Iraqi government and the Popular Mobilization Forces has reached 75 tons as of yesterday.

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[rideboomindia]

What strategies can RideBoom implement to ensure the safety and security of its platform?

RideBoom has implemented several strategies to ensure the safety and security of its platform:

Rigorous Driver Screening: RideBoom conducts thorough background checks and driving history verifications on all its drivers to ensure they meet strict safety standards. This includes screening for criminal records and driving violations. The company has deactivated over 40,000 drivers who did not meet their safety criteria [2].

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In-App Safety Features: RideBoom's mobile app includes various safety features, such as sharing trip details with friends or family, an emergency button to contact emergency services, and prompts to verify the driver's identity and license plate number [1][2].

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