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“This geriatric bunch in cold sleep?”
“Affirmative. But their records show that they have been in cold sleep multiple times. They should respond quickly to the resuscitation procedure.”
“But, why? Wouldn’t it be more merciful to leave them in stasis while the Jaxorians intercept us?”
“Yes, but Allyson says that these individuals are the ones who might get us out of this situation.”
“The Terran engineer? You’re trusting her?”
“In a zero-sum analysis, her suggestions have net positive outcomes.”
“Just for the record, I think this is a bad idea.” A pause. “Resuscitation sequence activated.”
“Duly noted. Alert me when they are awake.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
William Exeter hated the feeling of coming to after cold sleep. While the modern systems were better than those he first encountered, he still felt like his muscles were infused with lead and that he was suffering from a hangover that he never got the enjoyment of deserving. But hopefully this would be one of the last times he would ever have to use the procedure, and he could finally settle down.
As the capsule’s lid slid back, harsh light assaulted William’s eyes, and he squinted in an attempt to lessen the pain. The silhouette of a triangular head above him let William know that a Dravitian was checking on him. He swallowed and got his voice working so he could croak out, “I’m up, I’m up.”
“Ah, Mr. Exeter, yes? I am…” The insectoid started to come into better view to the Terran’s adjusting eyes. “Captain? Yes, Captain of this ship. I am… We all are in need of assistance.”
“Uh, what?” William’s croaking voice hid some of his annoyance. “Yeah, I’m Exeter. But if you’re going to get my help, you’re going to have to get me a Jolt. I’m still half asleep from the drugs.”
The Dravitian’s head tilted to the side in an obvious gesture of confusion, “You require an electrical discharge?”
And this was why William hated waking up among aliens. He had to explain everything to them. “A drink. ‘All the sugar and twice the caffeine.’ Bah!” He started to force his muscles into action and pushed up on his elbows, “Just get me a goddamned stimulant, okay?”
“Oh, yes. Yes. Of course!” The Dravitian’s head disappeared as the insectoid moved over to a wall-mounted workstation.
William turned his head and saw several other cold-sleep capsules with their lids open. He cleared his throat and then called out, “Venture crew, sound off...”
“Here!”
I hear you, Bill.”
From a nearby capsule there was a dry coughing, but a hand in a ‘thumbs-up’ gesture rose in response.
“Well, good, I won’t have to suffer alone.” William turned his head again and looked over the other closed capsules, “But they didn’t wake everyone, so something’s up. Try to shake this shit off and get ready, okay?”
There were murmurs of ascent and more dry coughs from the other capsules.
The Dravitian come back from the workspace and addressed William, “Stimulant beverages and some cakes are on their way, Mr. Exeter. While I know that you are still under the effects of the stasis pharmaceuticals, I do need to apprise you of our need. You know of the Jaxorians, yes?”
William’s brow furrowed, “What, those crab-guys who go around in those water-suits? Didn’t we beat them in that big war?”
The Dravitian pulled back a little, “It was a negotiated settlement, I believe, but yes, your descriptive words adequately fit the Jaxorian physiology.” He paused, “Well, the Jaxorians, and their rulers the Drasalites, are once again at war, and we are now targets. I would not have woken you , but our Terran engineer was sure that you could help.”
William frowned and shook his head, “We should have finished them once and for all when we had the chance, but we have to let the Soviets fail as Soviets, don’t we?” He sighed, “And we’re humans, dammit. Homo sapiens sapiens by fuckin’ scientific classification. We once lived on Terra, but our genus and species doesn’t change when we move to another-” He noticed the paling colors on the edges of the Captain’s chitinous facial plates and stopped his Duckman-esque rant, “Look, nevermind. How much time do we have?”
The insectoid paused, as if surprised be the direct question. “We estimate a cycle, if our engineer’s modifications to the engines hold. Our speed has been dramatically increased, but the Jaxorian ships still gain slowly. We will eventually be within the effective range of their weapons. Please, direct us.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
After some of the greasy-spoon diner-ish coffee and the supermarket quality yeast-raised, honey-glazed donuts, the four Terrans looked and felt better. William glanced at his colleagues, noting the wear of time on their bodies. He chuckled as the slightly altered movie quote of ’It’s not the years, it’s the light-years’ ran through his mind. But they’d been together ‘asleep’ much longer than they’d been awake, and they’d spent more of their ‘awake’ lives together than apart.
Tony Scarpetti’s pudgy fingers tipped his cup almost upside down as he tried to get the last drops of the coffee and granulated sugar sludge into his mouth. His once black hair was now mostly white, and his tough physique that ran circles around them on the soccer field had shrunk a bit, though he was still stocky.
Peter Hoffman had finally gotten control of his coughing, and was munching on ‘just one more’ donut, and William once again wondered where Peter fit all the food he ate in that short, diminutive frame. His signature mohawk had been fluffed up with fingers, but lacking styling gel and a razor to clean up the stubble that had grown out in cold sleep, it ended up looking more like a peaked mound than the sharp style that Peter would have usually rocked.
Alex (AJ) Johnson’s hair had finally receded so much that his braid only held back reddish hair from behind his ears, though his scraggly beard was long enough that he could probably have braided it as well. Always tall and gangly, his frame seemed a little more gaunt than William remembered, though it had been almost a decade of cold-sleep travel since they had last seen each other.
“Hey, Doctor Exeter?”
William turned his head toward the voice, and looked at the young woman with blonde hair striding toward the table where the four sat around their coffee and donuts. Her utilitarian grey coveralls had scorch-marks and grime all over, and there was some of the same on her exposed hands and face, but bright teeth were visible in her smile.
William nodded, “You must be the plucky human engineer who got us woken up before our alarm went off, huh?”
The woman nodded, still smiling widely and, as she got over to the table, thrust out her hand toward William in the manner of one who just remembered something. “Yeah, sorry about that, Doctor. I’m Allyson, and I’m the only Terran on the ship. Besides you guys, that is.”
William took the extended hand and shook it, being a little more gentle than he usually would have been, given the way that the woman’s grip and lack of fluid motion showed that she wasn’t experienced in shaking hands as a greeting ritual. But she had looked it up, and that counted for something. “Well, us humans have to stick together, right? You sure you want us geezers to help you out? Don’t you have some flashy alien tech to get away from these crab guys?”
Allyson grinned as the handshake seemed to go correctly and shook her head, “Well, if you had been four guys who weren’t from the Space Venture, I would have let you sleep and hoped that I could come up with some way to escape, but well… you are, and well…” She looked at the men around the table, “You guys solve problems, right?”
“Troubleshoot.” AJ corrected, his voice still a little rough. “We’re Troubleshooters. So we’re likely to be able to fix problems on the ship, but not necessarily the situation. It gives us an out on some problems…”
Allyson’s brow furrowed, but before she could say anything, William offered, “But we’ll try and get you out of this alive, okay?” He looked over toward AJ, “No need to haze the newb, ‘kay?”
AJ chuckled and nodded, going for another sip of his coffee.
Allyson looked between the two old men and shook her head. Weren’t these guys the stuff of legends? Why didn’t they act like it? But they were what she had. What the whole ship had. Oh, the ship, right. “And we don’t really have any xenotech. This is an old decommissioned TA vessel, a combat freighter, so it’s kind of structurally overbuilt for a freighter. It was the TAV Thuban, but after being bought up by a Dravitian company it’s now the CCV K’gara B’rak. That translates to something like ‘Ugly Worker Beetle’.”
William raised an eyebrow, “I thought those bugs didn’t like old ships?”
Allyson grinned, “They couldn’t build a new ship to these durability specs at anywhere near the sale price. I think that it vexes the Captain to no end.”
Tony finally set his cup down on the table, finished fighting with the sludge, and looked at at the woman with a playful grin, “Likely to be really upset once we get going, then…”
William grinned as well, “Well, we’ll get there as we get there. So, is Skynet running things here?”
The engineer blinked and cocked her head a little in her confusion, “Skynet? Um…” Her words trailed off as she tried to decipher the meaning.
William sighed, “Artificial intelligence. Is there one running the ship?”
Allyson shook off her confusion, “Oh, uh, no. Of course there are still core hook-ups, but the company didn’t recruit one. There are some smart systems, but they don’t come up to AI levels.”
William nodded, slowly and resignedly. He looked at the other older men, “Okay, so I guess I’ll be spending my time hacking while you guys get to have some actual fun.” He looked back to the engineer and started to get up out of his chair, feeling the ache in his lower back. “Well, let’s get me to a terminal, and rummage up some walkies so we can keep in contact.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
William glowered at the large touchscreen that sat angled on its adjustable armature, and muttered, “What fresh hell is this operating system?”
The Dravitian Captain at the nearby navigation station on the ship’s bridge looked over, “Sir, this is the newest release of the Efficient Interface. While you are viewing it in Terran Standard, it is optimized for the Dravitian language.”
William shook his head, “So other than these cosmetic changes that I can get to in settings, where can I actually get to control configurations?”
The Captain pulled back its head in surprise, “What? You can’t change the control configurations! They are all optimized!”
William sighed and shook his head, “You jammed the ‘economy’ button down, so we can’t get to the ‘power’ button. Right…” He tapped open the program that accessed the file storage and began examining what was there.
After a few minutes of the bridge crew watching the Terran scroll and tap and curse in a low voice, William let out a exuberant, “Got you, you bastard!” On the touchscreen, a simple text box came up, indicating that it was a Root Command Shell, with a blinking block cursor.
William’s fingers flew over the virtual keyboard on the angled touchscreen, and another window bloomed on the screen. He slid it off to the side, then continued to tap and another window popped up. He slid it off to the top corner of the screen. In each of the windows, progress bars slid slowly from one side to another, character strings rolling down past the bottom of the window, the screen indicator on the scroll bar on the side getting smaller and smaller as the list grew and grew.
The Captain leaned over from its workstation and observed the workings on the Terran’s screen, “What is all that? I’ve never seen this option in the interface.”
William chuckled, still typing commands in the first window, “Oh, it’s a command line interface. They just slapped your interface over the military OS, and that still had lots of useful modules and programs in archive. I can bypass the ‘pretty’ GUI you guys use and actually get to controls.” He paused, “Holy hell! They left a media archive in here. Let’s get that unpacked right now!”
A new window popped up on the touchscreen, with another progress bar. William brought up yet another window, and worked inside it, and the progress bars started to move across their respective windows faster.
The Captain cocked its head, “Sir, I find fault in your judgement that what we need in this situation is media. The Jaxorians are not known for their imaginative capabilities.” It paused, “And I think your tasks are slowing down the computational processors, which again, I find fault with in these circumstances.”
William chuckled, “Well, sure it will seem slower. I made all my operations high priorities for the processors. And you can’t expect us to do our best work in silence. We’ll need a good jam.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
Allyson led the three older men through the hatch into the huge engineering bay where the three reactors were lined up with the longitudinal axis of the ship. Aft of those, the floor fell away beyond a safety railing, so that the bulk of the four huge engines could be accessed by a network of ladders, platforms, and gantries. Most of the floor was clear, but here and there hatches, tools, and parts lay askew on the deck, and wires and tube of various sizes and colors snaked between components in a way that belied the hasty, jury-rigged engineering tasks that had been recently undertaken. A couple of insectoid engineers were working on maintaining parts of the unstable system.
“And this is the playground,” offered Allyson as she spread her arms to indicate the whole open area. “We’ve got four Hammond LS-V-3400 ion drives backed by three of the Niagara-class fusion reactors. I’ve, uh, removed some of the safeties on the engines and tweaked the safety specs on the reactors, so we’re making just over five percent above rated maximum speed.”
Tony walked away from the others to lean against the safety railing and take in the sight of the engines.
Peter glanced around the area, then noticed the machining and fabrication tools and sauntered over to inspect them, hands tucked in his pockets and his boots scuffing the floor.
The two Dravitian technicians looked up from their work momentarily, apraising the Terrans, but staying quiet.
AJ made his way over to the reactors, and frowned as he looked at the readouts showing that the reactors were running hot, right on the edge of red-line. “Cutting these pretty fine.”
Allyson nodded as she looked over toward the tall man and started slowly walking toward him, “Um, yeah. I couldn’t figure out a good way to get more output from the engines, so I was just trying to route more power through them. These are still safe, but they’ll be burning up the plating faster than they should.”
AJ nodded and continued perusing, leaning down to look into an open hatch and seeing how one of the patched in high-energy line had been connected.
Tony continued to watch the engines and called, “Hey, Allyson, these still work with Cherenkov dispersal for additional thrust?”
Allyson quickly changed her trajectory to veer away from reactors and back toward the engines, “Uh, yeah, they do. There are controllers in there that help to make the emissions more directional.” She got to the railing and pointed at an orange ring that was visible on each engine right near the aft bulkhead. “Those big electromags help control the dispersal. I have plans and simulations on the computer if you want to see how they work.”
Tony peered in the indicated direction, then nodded and turned toward Allyson, “Yeah, get me to a terminal with some VR goggles and I’ll take a lo-” His voice cut off at the sudden sound from the engineering bay’s speakers.
A syncopated drum beat sounded over the hum of the machinery, then came an almost gravelly yell-singing voice. ”Come on, feel the noise. Girls, rock your boys. We’ll get wild, wild, wild.”
Allyson’s surprised gaze swept up to the big speakers mounted in the corners of the room by the ceiling.
Grins and smiles grew on the faces of the three older men, and they all joined in with the words as an electric guitar sawed into being and the rest of the band added their voices to the lead singer on a response answer of “Wild, wild, wild!” And then the drums picked up and the rest of the instruments kicked in, bringing the song fully into swing.
The singer continued as Peter’s hands played air-drums over a CNC machine’s working space, ”So you think I got an evil mind. I tell you, honey, I don’t know why. I don’t know why.”
Allyson had never heard the song, but the beat was compelling, and it somehow invigorated the men in a way she hadn’t expected. Just out of cold sleep, in the midst of an inevitable chase, with such limited resources, they were singing along with smiles on their faces. AJ was tapping on a reactor interface, and Peter was almost dancing as he poked about her workbench storage space, going over her tools, a screwdriver and electric ratchet stem in his hands as drumsticks for his air-drums.
The Dravitian technicians huddled in a fearful pose at the sudden noise.
Tony grinned widely at Allyson’s surprise, and said loudly over the music, “William’s got good taste for montage music… Show me that terminal.”
-=-=-=-=-=-
The Captain looked over to the Terran’s workspace which was now exhorting somebeing to ‘get wild, wild, wild’ over and over again. It seemed to have some detrimental affect on the older Terran, as its head was bobbing up and down as it continued to work with the code. The insectoid in command just had to say something. “Excuse me, sir. Are you sure that the distracting audio stimulation is beneficial for you? It does not seem to be related to your current task …”
William glanced over at the Dravitian, “Look, bug-boy, the music keeps my endorphins up, and tricks me into thinking I still have all the energy of a teenager. You’re just lucky that I know what my crew likes, and that this archive is low on industrial music.” He pauses and types intensely, then continues, “So no, it’s not related, but if you really want a chance to get away from those crab-guys, this music tips the scales in our favor, okay?”
The Captain abruptly looked back to its console. “Affirmative answer, sir.”
William nodded to himself, and cocked his head as he read something off the screen. “So, a bunch of the cargo is plasma generators for terraforming?” He looked over to the insectoid who was pointedly not looking at him. “Are those things as dangerous as they sound?”
-=-=-=-=-=-
“Hey guys!” William’s voice echoed from the big loudspeakers in the engineering bay as the song came to an end.
“Yo boss!” Peter called up toward the ceiling from the tool bench where he had accumulated a selection of choice tools.
“I got control of the control code up here. Some of it’s military code under all this glossy shit. What have you guys got back there?”
Tony stood amidst a holographic simulation of an engine, and called out, “We got some damped down ion engines. The design is like the old McPherson Mark Five, and I think I can flare ‘em up the same way. Gimme six hours or so.”
AJ looked up toward the ceiling after Tony finished, “These fusion reactors are running flat out, Bill. I’m thinking about patching up a capacitor bank so we can push things farther, or at least have some extra power when we need it. Three or four hours, depending on how easy I can find the parts.” he paused, “And I’m officially putting in a request for you to put something dance-able on your wheel of steel.”
Peter called out, “And I’m just waiting for these slackers to tell me what they need. But I’m all tooled up for just about anything they want.” He grinned playfully at the other two.
William’s chuckle came over the speaker, “Gotcha. Those sound like good projects. We get a powerful flare, we’ve got a chance to run.” He paused, “Allyson, you there too?”
Allyson, still near the holographic engine display, had been turning her head this way and that to try and follow the conversation and understand what the forming plan of the ‘troubleshooters’ was. She forced herself to call out, “Yes, Dr. Exeter.”
William’s voice came from the speakers, “Okay, Allyson, I need you to take Pete down to Cargo Bay Three and help him uncrate all of the plasma terraforming engines you can find there. Pete, I want those things sky-side against the outer wall of Bay Two and fastened in place. If we need power for them, I want you to run a line back to AJ’s source, and it will need to be vacuum sealed. We’re likely to depressurize that bay so try not to make too many unnecessary holes, okay?” He paused, “And don’t worry, that bay has some speakers too. I won’t leave you silent …”
Peter grinned and nodded, then started to load tools onto a nearby hovercart. As he worked, he called out, “On it, boss! Do they have any Ramones or Dead Kennedys or anything with more energy in that jukebox? That’s my request, Mr. DJ.”
William’s voice carried his chuckle, “I’m on it, guys. I’ll keep you updated, you guys let me know the word. Out.”
As the beats of New Order’s Blue Monday started to bounce around the engineering bay, Peter looked over at Allyson, “Hey, give me a hand with some of this. We need to bounce!”
Allyson registered the words and jogged across the bay to the hovercart, “Sorry, sir, we have to ‘bounce’?”
Peter chuckled, still pulling tools from the bench to add to the load. “We have to get moving. Can we bring that welder and thermal lance, or is there a better option?”
Allyson let out a quiet ‘oh’, then shook her head, “There’s a backpack unit that can cut and weld. Much easier to move.” She pulled open a a nearby locker.
Peter grinned, “Oh, sweet! Are there two?”

Yesterday I was feeling sick all day and trying to go to bed but couldn’t. Last time I checked my phone was around 2 in the morning. As I tried to go to bed, it felt like my brain was shaking or vibrating very intensely. Keep in mind I have never had any sort of health problems and I am only 21. I was still awake but couldn’t move or open my eyes. I felt like it was some sort of sleep paralysis, so I tried saying a prayer. After the prayer, I was repeating “jesus is god” over and over in my head and the more I did the more it felt like my brain was shaking. I wasn’t even saying this intentionally, it was subconscious, like I needed to say it. Then, in my head I saw the image of a cloud opening up, and something speaking to me. I couldn’t understand what it was saying but the voice was very distorted and I couldn’t pinpoint if it was speaking in english or another language. I also couldn’t make out what it was, but I saw an eye before the cloud closed. While this was happening “jesus is god” was getting louder and louder, drowning the voice out until the cloud closed and disappeared and everything stopped suddenly. I was aware I was awake and could move again but I didn’t want to open my eyes in fear that I would see something standing over me. After a while I fell asleep and dreamed of dying and visiting all the people closest to me and saying goodbye to them before realizing I had to leave. I woke up at 7am, very scared and disoriented because I had thought I actually died after that experience before falling asleep. But I didn’t feel sick at all anymore. From when I last checked the time on my phone to when I woke up from the dream, only 4 hours had gone by. I honestly have no idea what to make of this and was wondering if I should be worried or not, or if there is some explanation for what I experienced. I have not been a practicing christian in a long time, but I do want to start practicing again after this.

Hello, as the title suggests, I want to find someone with whom I can start a RP in the SMG4 universe. I will tell you the plot and other details in a message.
I want to warn you that I know English very poorly, so I use a translator. But, I want to say that I am an experienced person, since I have been role-playing for a long time.
Good day to you.

I've been studying Japanese on Duolingo for almost a year, and I've been in the Diamond League for over 40 weeks. I just came home from an 18 day vacation in Japan, and I thought I'd share my experience with the language while traveling there.
First, let me preface this with the understanding that studying the language through an app for less than a year is no substitute for professional classes or immersion. I've known people that studied a language through high school and into college that don't consider themselves fully fluent.
I was able to understand some spoken Japanese while I was there. Most of this was when people realized my skill level and spoke slowly to me using simple phrases. Full speed Japanese, with commonly used slang, was very hard for me to follow. People seemed to understand what I was saying when I spoke, but there was obviously some confusion from time to time as I spoke in a manner different from what they were used to hearing. Still, overall, I feel like my Duolingo studies made the trip far more enjoyable than if I hadn't known any Japanese at all.
The most useful aspect of my education was my ability to read. I have a pretty good understanding of Hiragana and Katakana, and I can recognize a couple of hundred kanji. While most important signage (such as station names, train names, etc) are translated into english, there are many times when being able to read a sign in Hiragana or Katakana was very useful.
In short, I'm grateful for the limited understanding of Japanese that I had. Being able to ask for the location of things and being able to understand basic directions (north, south, left, right, etc) was incredibly helpful. While it might be a while before I can travel to Japan again, I intend to keep studying via the Duolingo app.

I applied this year to the MEXT research program embassy track, I got an email today saying that I got selected to pass the english and japanese exam for the 2nd screening, the problem is that the exam is in less than a week, and although im pretty confident in my english level, I have never studied japanese, I was planning to learn the basics if I passed the first screening, since i thought the embassy informed selected students a month or so before the 2nd screening exam, but since the exam is in less than a week, there isn't much I can do.
I'm just wondering if acing the english exam would be enough to pass to the next screening, and if my research proposal and application form are still considered after the 2nd screening or if the japanese and english exam grades are all that matters post 2nd screening.
Thank you for reading, much appreciated.

I really wanted to cry, I should've choose Usyd😭😭
Some of my tutors in UNSW barely speak english hence unable to explain or help the students well.
I understand they must be smart, but teaching requires more than just intelligence. You have to be able to explain, be willing to help students, understand the subject well, give clear feedback, etc., as part of the job requirements. Not barely speak English, read slides, and call it a day.
It's not like they volunteered. They got paid for it🤡
Students also have the right to complain since we are paying a lot to a university that proudly claims to be top 20 in the world.
They could've hire better tutors.
So, should I transfer to Usyd?

Hi! the vet recommended I try a nose net for my horse that started headshaking. The nose net seems to really help! i currently use it on a halter while lunging. As we are going to get back to riding very soon, im wondering whether there are any nose nets that fits a western bridle. They all seem to fit a nose band of an english bridle.
Thanks in advance!

It's a male singer with a clear medium/slightly high voice. I can't remember any too noticable instruments being played besides an acoustic guitar. There was a male chorus in the song too, mostly in the background and at a few points being the only thing heard.
I'll try to describe the specific part that's been stuck in my head as accurately as possible.
First, the guitar wasn't played continuously, but rather as single strums with short breaks in between each one. The singing was also adjusted accordingly as in sounding a bit cut off. The male voice was the lead while the chorus occasionally repeats certain words in the background. This would go on for a bit until the end of the what I believe was the refrain. At that specific point, there is one last guitar strumm while they sing a very long "I know" (or something similar, definitely a stretched "o" tone). I believe it was most prominently sung by the chorus or even only by them. I'm not sure if this next part follows right after the last one or if I mixed it up, but after a very short break, the lead singer starts phonating/humming something noj verbal, sounding similar to "woah" while the chorus repeats that part from the end of the refrain one or two times in between.
I hope this was clear enough as I don't know English terms for music too well, so sorry for any mistakes.

Zainab bint Jahsh used to boast to the other wives of the Prophet and say: "Allah married me to him from above the Heavens." And the Verse of Hijab was revealed concerning her. أَخْبَرَنِي أَحْمَدُ بْنُ يَحْيَى الصُّوفِيُّ، قَالَ حَدَّثَنَا أَبُو نُعَيْمٍ، قَالَ حَدَّثَنَا عِيسَى بْنُ طَهْمَانَ أَبُو بَكْرٍ، سَمِعْتُ أَنَسَ بْنَ مَالِكٍ، يَقُولُ كَانَتْ زَيْنَبُ بِنْتُ جَحْشٍ تَفْخَرُ عَلَى نِسَاءِ النَّبِيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم تَقُولُ إِنَّ اللَّهَ عَزَّ وَجَلَّ أَنْكَحَنِي مِنَ السَّمَاءِ ‏.‏ وَفِيهَا نَزَلَتْ آيَةُ الْحِجَابِ ‏.‏
Grade: Sahih (Darussalam)
Reference : Sunan an-Nasa'i 3252
In-book reference : Book 26, Hadith 57
English translation : Vol. 4, Book 26, Hadith 3254

Hello,
I rented a car a month ago in the Middle East, more precisely in Oman and had an accident. Nothing serious happened, the headlight was broken and the front bumper got a bit. Of course, it was not my fault, but after a few hours the police let us off with a receipt and said that all costs would be covered by insurance.
On the other hand, the owner of the rental company said that I should pay more than 700 euros for the damage. After a few days, we met kind people who also work at the car rental company and they told us that they were trying to cheat us because they themselves do that with tourists. Also, I would like to add that those people who helped us from another insurance company saw to it that the policeman gave completely different information from me and from the conclusion it appears that I am responsible for the accident. I don't want to go any further into this topic because it is very extensive and the whole thing has been unclear to me from the beginning, but there is nothing to expect this is not Europe.
We were also not sure if we signed any contract with the insurance company because the contract was you could say on a large sheet of notebook paper in Arabic and a few sentences in English. The website says that the car is insured, meaning it has CDW, LDW, but there was no such information anywhere on the contract. But under the Arabic code they told us that the car is fully insured, as anyone who rents must fully insure the car. They also explained that the insurance works in such a way that it covers all costs, similarly, the police officers said. They advised us to either leave the car in front of the rental company and leave the keys or argue with them. When we left there was no one there, so option
A came out. Of course, they tried to take money from me from the bank, but the transaction was rejected and blocked automatically due to suspicion of extortion. Many people complained in the reviews that they took money from everyone's account as they went home. After a month, I received an email from a company in Cyprus who operates their bank transfers and asks for 700 euros.
The story is a little long, but I wanted you to know the background of the events. My question is, what can this company do to get this money from me ? I don't think it will do that because it is trying to scare me into giving it back, but I prefer to prepare myself for plan B. As far as I know, in order for a company or person from another country to collect money from me, they must file a request and the court must approve it in my country, Poland. Then the debt collection company or bailiff will enforce the judgment issued, or do I misunderstand?

Yes, English is my first language and that's obviously going to bias me, but it seems as the Subject Verb Object syntax makes the most sense. "A person does an action to an object", rather than SOV where it's generally written out as "A person and an object that has something done to it by the person". Again, yes I know that "it's just because you speak English". But just, in the physical manner in which things happen in the world without being spoken out loud, it's a subject performing an action on an object. And from what I've read, SVO allows a more linear comprehension, basically understanding the sentence/clause as it's being said/read rather than having to wait for the entire phrase to be spoken/read to be able to comprehend the meaning of it. Especially with sensory processing issues, if I miss the last bit of what someone was saying, I can more often than not infer what they said from the rest of the sentence. SOV strikes me like counting backwards, you have to know where you're ending before you can even start kinda thing...not sure if that makes any sense.
And yes I know that other languages do things different, I'm not asking if that's the case but why, like, what is the logical reason behind it being that way, not just "because".

Hey everyone. Hopefully this isn’t again the rules.
A lot of you have messaged me about the cleaning service I use that I posted about in a comment a few months ago. I’m really bad about responding to messages here so I figured I would just post her information and people can find it in my post history whenever they go looking.
Here is my original comment:
“I’ve had the same cleaning service since 2019 in 3 different layouts. $65 for a small 1 bd/ba. $75 for a slightly larger 1bd/1ba and $165 for a 3 story 3ba/2.5ba townhouse. She is fantastic and I have referred her to many friends and coworkers who all love her.”
Her name is Marisol and she owns her own company. Unfortunately she does not have a website. You can text her at 240 break to avoid bots 380 again break to avoid bots 9413. Please be kind and clear with your messages. She speaks primarily Spanish but has a good understanding of English.

Campaign to have the name "Jillfunny" changed to "Jillarious"!
It gets the same vibe across, but flows better in text and speech!
Credit for the name contender "Jillarious" goes to Aoi Necomoniliztli, FB group "Another Eden Global ( English Group )"

(English follows)
Bonjour tout le monde,
J’ai beaucoup de vêtements que je voudrais vendre. Je préférerais de les vendre au friperie. J’ai essayé Pause Friperie mais ils prennent pas de nouveaux vêtements au moment. En plus, je veux recevoir de l’argent plutôt que du crédit en magasin. Je me demande si n’importe qui connaît des magasins où je pourrais vendre mes vêtements pour un assez bon montant. Merci.
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Hello everyone,
I have a lot of clothes I would like to sell. I would prefer to sell them to a thrift store. I tried Pause Friperie but they aren’t taking new clothes at the moment. Also, I want to receive money rather than store credit. I’m wondering if anyone knows any stores where I could sell my clothes for a fairly good amount. Thank you.

Does Phil just stand there for hours on the mat? It seems like it would be pretty awkward standing next to the local who most likely speaks broken English at best. Do we think he has a room or something nearby? It’s risky to move off the mat, though, because what if a team arrives and doesn’t see him because he wasn’t standing there?
Thoughts?

I'm a Chinese player in CN server. And I occasionally found an EN player is playing the CN server.
It's quite hard to play cn server, which only have Chinese to display and only can use Alipay or WechatPay to purchase items.
Does somebody like him, whom is playing CN server rather than EN server?
I'm a little curious about the reason you choose the CN server, considering there are so much unconvenience in playing.
And I may can offer some help if needed.
(First time to have a post on reddit. My English are not very good. If there is any offense, please forgive me)