My partners car was stolen at some point during his shift (5pm-2am), from the Safeway (6153 200st) parking lot near Willowbrook Shopping Centre. It is a grey 1997 Honda Civic, plate is VA8 70W. Potentially has a Graco Extend2Fit car seat.
Decided to post here on a whim, looked up other posts and others have been found through similar methods. Would greatly appreciate anyone keeping an eye out, and letting me know if they see it. Thanks.

Flying out of Edinburgh soon and it’s easier for me to get a bus to ingliston p&r than a train to city centre and back out.
Just out of curiosity is it still £7.50 on the tram for that 8min journey? Even the 400 bus seems to be £5.50 which feels a bit steep for a short ride… is there a more affordable option. I’m assuming by google maps there’s not a walkable route

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Reached there literally 9:29. No way of me knowing where I have to sit or do what.Anyways I reach there and suddenly the paper singing begins, Sign ur Question Booklet, Answer Booklet and write ur code- application number, booklet and answer sheet code paste ur own pic I have written alot of entrance tests and stuff so I'm fine with writing all of that but oh no NTA needs to be super sure it's you like DAYUM. Invigilator was good and helpful but didn't know he had to take the admit card and gas light two-three people saying "I didn't receive any instructions" but eventually he asked around and got that. But omg he was super silly, In the end I'm happy it's over and I can rest at ease for another day or two.
P.S-Also come before the main gate closing time cuz they need to verify and put a sticker on ur admit card. Also check ur centre on maps just to see if there is going to be traffic or not and how good is the road overall.

I tried this for the first time this weekend and got stomped on turn 100 when the real horde shows up. I don't see how you can prepare for that when the regular raging barbarians keep you busy all game with constant spawns and attacks. I managed not to lose any units during the first 100 turns but in no way was I close to big enough force wise to not have the horde roll over me in just a few turns.
For someone who has won, what did you do? Do you need a map with enough choke points to box yourself in somewhere? I played Greece thinking the hoplites would be great but due to civic challenges I was only able to get a few produced in time.

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Memory transcription subject: Sawvek, Junior Extermination Officer
Date [standardised human time]: October 5th, 2136
Hard foam presses uncomfortably up against delicate pressure points situated across the length of my entire body, building up to an unbearable ache that makes me shift and turn against the thin mattress pad. I yank at the rough old blanket I’d taken out of storage and clutch it even tighter around my body, trying to keep out the chill. The best racks, the ones near the heating vents, had already been claimed long before I’d decided to move into the Guild House’s Barracks and it doesn’t seem likely that the current occupants will be giving up their spots any time soon.
My mind is still racing from the events of last paw, replaying the scene over and over again in my dreams and in my head. The way my brother had looked at me… That look on his face when he’d seen the real me…
My paw gives a sympathetic throb in memory, still aching from where it had met the wall, but at least I had been able to wrap it up a bit and stop the bleeding. I feel like I should take it as a small miracle that it isn't broken. More medical bills are the last thing I need right now.
I turn about in the bunk once more, rolling around in vain to try and find a comfortable position that doesn’t seem to exist. Through a conscious act of will I try to empty my mind and sleep, but the very act of trying not to think about things only brings them bubbling back up to the surface of my thoughts. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, a damnable drumming sound brought about by the exertion of my own restless tossing and turning. Out in the hallway I can hear the muffled shuffling of feet and murmurs of conversation. The Guild Hall never sleeps, and it seems that neither would I this paw.
Electing to abandon the attempt as hopeless, I cut my rest claw short and get up, venturing out into the hallway. If I can’t sleep anyway then I might as well start my waking claw early, maybe get in a little exercise. It’s not so bad when it’s self-directed, almost fun in a way. If our family had the money to support it then maybe I could have been an athlete of some variety growing up. I had always possessed something of a natural physicality.
“Stop wasting time with worthless questions about what could have been, Killer.” The voice interjects, early and active today by the sound of it. “You’ll never amount to anything more than a wild predator kept on a leash.”
There’s nothing to do but sigh and carry on. It was right after all. This is it. This is my life now.
Making my way down the hallway towards the gym I find myself walking past a row of private offices assigned to some of the more veteran officers on staff. Most are empty at this claw, their occupants either asleep or off doing other work. One room in particular catches my attention though, the one belonging to our newest PRED Team Commander.
The door leading inside is open and ajar, seemingly forgotten in the midst of more pressing business and granting me a look inside. The entire room is a mess, papers and binders strewn about everywhere with official looking documents littering the floor. A map of the city decorates the otherwise unadorned and impersonal space. On its face it hosts a variety of multicoloured pins, all connecting seemingly arbitrary locations as well as photographs of people and places from the records department. The face of the former PRED Team Commander, Vrienna, looks out at me once again with the same cruel eyes that decorate the memorial wall. Beside her photo are another pair of eyes, a pair I recognise, but not one I would have expected to see here.
Trilvri, my brother’s creepy coworker, the one who’d brought him home the night he’d drunk himself into a stupor, stares out at me from the wall. He was younger in this photo, barely of age, if even that, and dressed in a regulation space corps flight suit, but I could still recognise him. Trilvri’s eyes appear somehow more lively than when I had met him in person, though it does nothing to improve his overall disposition, looking, as they are, as if behind them resides only hatred and a feral desire to kill and rend. Come to think of it, he had mentioned he used to be in the corps hadn’t he? ‘Used to’ being the operative word. When I’d asked he hadn’t seemed particularly fond of his time in the service…
Situated as he is next to Vrienna like that, their pitch-black wool and evil-looking eyes bear a striking resemblance. It was the exact same sort of predatory expression that bore into your soul, the kind that made me feel weak and exposed, the same kind that was worn by-
“What do you think you’re doing in my office?” A voice asks from behind, nonplussed, but with a casual depth of power and authority behind it that makes me freeze on the spot.
“Commander Glagrig, Sir!” I turn about on the spot, fixed at attention in the doorway as I stare up at the man himself. “I’m sorry to intrude. I noticed someone had forgotten to close the door so I was just going to secure it.”
“I see.” Glagrig doesn’t seem to believe a word of it, but neither does he seem inclined to press the issue. “At ease. Tell me, do you recognise the man in the photo there? Have you ever seen him before?”
“No, Commander.” I lie reflexively as I shift to a parade rest, not fully knowing why, but knowing that whatever is going on I want no part of it, for me or my brother. It’s only after the fact that it occurs to me that lying might be worse than telling the truth.
“How… regrettable.” The prestige officer says plainly and I can’t tell whether he believes me or not. “If you do ever catch sight of this individual, then be sure to let me know immediately.”
“Y-Yes, Commander.” I subconsciously swallow with apprehension, hoping that he doesn’t notice. I want nothing more than to run away as quickly as I can, but I haven’t been dismissed yet.
“Junior Officer Sawvek, was it?” Glagrig carries on, looking me up and down, dissecting me with his eyes. “You have quite the interesting record on file and Officer Intalran is quite adamant about your potential. Your simulator results speak for themselves, even if they are just simulations.”
“Thank you, Commander.” I can feel myself growing dizzy as I answer with uncertainty.
“Don’t thank me,” the all-consuming void in front of me replies with no hint of warmth, “just remember that your performance is under evaluation. It’s in my interests to keep note of promising young aspirants who might someday join my team, and I would hate to see you squander your talents.”
“I-I understand, Commander.” I flick my tail in agreement, straining not to look away towards the floor.
“Dismissed.” Glagrig brushes past me as he enters his office, moving to shut the door behind himself.
“Um, Commander?” I ask just before the door shuts, feeling a beckoning call of curiosity that even the predatory prestige exterminator couldn’t crush. “If you don’t mind me asking… Why do you have all that stuff up on the wall there?”
The door opens again, just a crack, and I can feel my superiors' weighty presence bearing down on me, almost suffocating in its intensity. “It’s simply a personal matter. I have reason to believe that the prior investigation regarding the kelach incident was conducted according to… insufficient standards. The predator responsible was never found and I intend to remedy that deficiency.”
“How hard could it be to find a kelach?” I tilt my ears in confusion. “They're huge!”
“Despite initial reports,” he answers with an ominous, cold tone that sends a chill up my spine, “it may be possible that we're dealing with something far more dangerous than just a kelach.”
“T-Thank you, Commander.” I flick my tail in appreciation and the door closes.
I breathe a sigh of relief as the malevolent aura recedes. That was too close.
“And you’re a complete moron going back to ask him more questions afterwards, Killer.” The voice rises with amusement. “What? Do you want him to figure you out and turn you to cinders? Only a matter of time, Killer.”
“Ugh, shut up.” I mutter under my breath, quickly turning back around to make sure Commander Glagrig didn’t hear me, but when no reprisal comes I quickly depart. If I’m gonna be stupid I should at least try not to do so right in front of his office.
As the imminent threat of our in-house prestige exterminator dwindles so too does the energy driven by the adrenaline of the encounter. It figures that the moment I roll out of bed I want to take a nap again, but I know the moment I lie back down I’ll be back to full wakefulness in an instant. That’s just how that sort of thing works. With that in mind there’s really only one solution, a big, steaming hot cup of tea.
Making my way towards the tea machine I spot Jonsco, the feisty little primitive that mans our dispatch centre, smacking the top of the dispenser with a clenched paw while holding a mug underneath it.
“Is the tea machine fixed?” I ask as I pull out a mug from the cabinet myself.
Jonsco sighs heavily and shoots me a combative glare. “For the last time it’s not my brahking job to fix this damn tea machine! You got a problem with that then you can go pester someone else about it!”
I shrink back under the harsh rebuke. Jonsco may be small, but there was as much rage and fury condensed into that little package as anyone else in this department. Maybe more.
“I… I didn’t mean to imply…I just wanted to know if it was working again or not… Sorry.” I sputter out, feeling properly admonished as I look away towards the ground.
Jonsco looks at me quizzically, his hard glare softening somewhat as he seems to truly see me for the first time before returning to his usual scowl.
“Right…Whatever you say…” With one final smack the machine coughs and chokes, sputtering to life with a struggle, and a small trickle of freshly brewed tea begins to fill Jonsco’s cup. “The machine is on the fritz again as usual, but if you hit it just right, do a little percussive maintenance, then you can get it started again.”
“Thanks, Jonsco.” I lean back against the wall and watch as the mug slowly fills, impressed by the primitives know-how. “That's actually pretty smart of you.”
“For a ‘primitive’ right?” The words are barbed and spiteful, but lack his typical enthusiasm, more of a simple statement of fact than a real question. I couldn't exactly deny it, those had been my thoughts, and so the silence drags on awkwardly, marked only by the splash of tea falling into the steadily rising pool.
“What are you doing here at this claw anyway?” I eventually ask, dodging the question entirely. “We’ve still got at least another half-claw until our crew's shift is supposed to start.”
“I could ask you the same thing, you know?” The angry little dispatch operator retorts. “I'm here early working an overtime shift so I can afford to put food on my family's table. It's expensive feeding that many mouths. What's your excuse?”
“I had a fight with my brother…” I rub the back of my neck as I turn away abashedly, “moved out of the apartment and into the barracks full time… couldn't sleep…”
“Well then you should hurry up and work on patching things up with him.” Jonsco looks at me with an uncharacteristic hint of sympathy in his eyes. “Your family are the only ones who might actually care. This Gods-damned place is a slyther’s nest and no one here gives a speh about you or your problems. If you want my advice, you should do your best to spend as little time in this cesspool as possible.”
With his cup now full, Jobsco steps back from the machine and begins walking out towards the main hall.
“Thanks, Jonsco.” My words stop him in his tracks as he walks away from me. “I appreciate it.”
“... You're welcome.” He says after a short pause, glancing back to look at me one more time before leaving. “See you around, Sawvek.”
Taking advantage of the tea machine while it’s still mostly working, I fill up my own cup and drink deeply of the warm, fragrant beverage. The taste is bitter and unpleasant, just about the quality I would expect of this Guild Hall, but even at the first taste it’s evident that it’s been loaded with an extra strength dose of caffeine. I down the drink quickly and rinse out the cup before continuing on my journey towards the training hall. Fatigue begins to fall away as I walk, bit by bit as the drug makes its way into my bloodstream, blocking off sleep receptors and energising me. I know I’ll probably pay for it later, no amount of caffeine can actually replace sleep, but for now it feels good and I can see how some people can get addicted to the stuff.
A loud, metallic clanging emanates from the gym as I approach, something unexpected for this time of paw. No one's reserved space in the gym for this claw and not many people are industrious enough to sweat on their own initiative. Peeking my head inside the door I spy Bikim, the perfect, privileged, ‘holier than thou’ brahkass occupying the otherwise empty weight room. His irritatingly handsome face is taut with strain as he performs a series of weighted squats, his back and leg muscles straining underneath his short-cropped wool, and he pants heavily under the exertion.
I’m half tempted just to leave and go back to bed despite the fact that there’s no way I’d be getting any sleep with the tea running through my system. It’s too early in the paw to deal with Bikim’s speh. Before I can slip away unnoticed though, he spots me. I give a heavy sigh and continue my way inside. There's nothing to be done for it now. Trying to back out now would only make things worse later, a sign of weakness.
“What… Do you want… Predator?” Bikim asks between gulps of air as he reracks his weights, practically hanging off the bar to support himself on shaky legs.
“Good paw to you too, Bikim.” I say, forcing civility into my tone. “I’m here to use the equipment. Same as you. I'm allowed.”
“Whatever…” He eyes me with suspicion. “Just keep your distance… I don't want to catch any of your taint.”
“Believe me,” I flick my tail out in irritation, “I intend to.”
Looking around the room for available spots, I march my way over towards a cable machine on the opposite side of the room. Not nearly as far from Bikim as I would like, but the farthest I can get without leaving the weight area entirely. Bikim watches me all the while as I seat myself down and begin adjusting the machine. Eventually he grows tired of watching me fumble around with the machine and returns to his own exercises with a displeased flick of the tail, quite obviously judging me for my lack of experience with the equipment.
A tense sort of quiet settles over the room as we each go about our business, trying our best to ignore one another. Bikim slowly winds his way around the room, cycling from station to station to exercise all the different parts of his body in sequence before repeating it all again. He seems to bypass my corner of the room, glancing over at me with each repetition of his pattern. For myself, I stay put where I am, taking advantage of the varied exercises offered by the versatile machine to experiment with different muscle groups. Occasionally I slip up, dropping the weights with a loud clang that always draws Bikim’s ire. Every time he seems just a bit more disgruntled, a bit less patient. Eventually, the constant disruption reaches a tipping point and the pompous, self-entitled jerk walks over to confront me.
“Do you always do this?” He asks rhetorically. “If you keep slamming the weights like that you're gonna break it. Your form is speh so either fix it or lower the weight so you don't have to keep compensating. Better yet, just leave. You’ve been monopolising the cable machine for almost half a claw now. I don't know why you're even here in the first place.”
“Oh, look at Mr. Know-it-all thinking he can just go around telling us what to do, eh Killer?” The voice rises to the challenge. “Where does a guy like that who's been handed everything his whole life think he can get off with telling us how we should be doing anything?”
“Brahk off Bikim!” I don't even try to reign in the predator inside, feeling justified in letting it roam free for once. “I didn't ask for your advice and you don't get to kick me out of the weight room just because you can't wait your turn! I'm here because I don't have anywhere else to go! Ever since Intalran dragged me into this stupid Guild this brahking job has taken over my entire life! I don't even have a home to go back to anymore!”
Bikim's body tenses at my tirade and his tail flicks out aggressively like a whip.
“That's your own damn fault, predator!” He shouts back, eager for the excuse to vent his own frustrations. “Maybe if you weren't just some blood-starved beast out roaming the streets then you wouldn't be here right now! I’ve read your file! You got a history of herdless behaviour and physical altercations! Someone should have institutionalised you a long time ago, but someone took pity on you and let you slip through the cracks because of your poor dying mommy! They should have known it would come back to bite them! A normal, functional member of the herd wouldn't even think to pick a flamer up off the ground and burn another person to death with it! But you? You did it instinctively! You revelled in it!”
“You think that was easy for me!” I get up and walk towards him as I yell incredulously. “You think I asked for that to happen! You think it was fun for me to get choked out and almost eaten! That thing I burned wasn't even a person anymore! It was a predator in the middle of a feeding frenzy! So yeah, I did what I did, and you know what? It's a good thing I did! If I wasn't a freak of nature then that thing would have kept on going and kept on killing! Last I checked, preventing that sorta thing was supposed to be your job, but I had to be the one to step up! Now I have to live with the consequences of my actions every paw, knowing that I’m a Protector-damned killer that doesn't belong anywhere! Maybe you, in your infinite wisdom, would've known the perfect thing to do in that situation, but I’m not you! I’ve had to work and struggle for every little thing I have! Not just had it handed to me on a silver platter!”
“Oh, so you got me all figured out do you?” Sarcasm drips from Bikim's mouth as he looks down on me. “You don't know me. You don't know my life or what I’ve been through, how hard I’ve worked to get where I am. You just see the end product from cycles of effort and assume that it's always been that way, that it's always been that easy. It hasn't.”
“Yes, I’m sure you had it so hard growing up Bikim.” Saying it aloud almost makes me laugh. “You’re such a child of privilege that it drips off of you with every move you make and every word you say. I hate people like you, thinking that you're better than everyone else just because you were lucky enough to be born into wealth and status. Try living like the other side for a change, scrounging for every credit just so you can afford to eat, and then try to tell me how hard you had it with a full belly and a warm home!”
“You’re right, predator,” Bikim says contemptuously, “I am a child of privilege. My family has a long and decorated military tradition, my father is a captain for the space corps, a brahking hero, and I’ve reaped the benefits of that. That privilege came at a cost though, and that’s called expectations. Second best is not good enough and I've had to put in ten times the effort as anyone else my whole life just to meet standards! At least you grew up with a father who was there for you and loved you without the condition that everything you do is perfect!”
“All that talk about reading my file and you didn't even get past the first page did you?” I snap at him with a snarl. “ I didn't grow up with a father at all! He's been dead since I was in elementary school! Killed in action! I barely even remember him anymore!”
That one seems to give Bikim pause, but I’m not done yet.
“If you and your whole family are such a bunch of brahking heroes then how come you're here, working as a common garrison exterminator in a run-down backwater city like this?” I taunt. “Shouldn't you be out gallantly fighting the Arxur with one of the fleets or on a colony pacification force rather than making my life here harder than it already is?”
“That's the price for failing to meet expectations,” Bikim quiets down, drawing away from the world and into himself, “the price for knocking up a beautiful, wonderful girl right after graduation and refusing to get rid of it afterwards. You get cut off. You lose that privilege, and you do whatever you have to in order to provide and try to be a good role model for your son.”
Now that one threw me for a loop. In the short time I’ve known Bikim I’ve had a lot of thoughts about him, few of them good, but never would I have expected him to be the type to take responsibility… For anything. Still, there is one thing about his story that doesn't line up…
“Oh really?” I take a step back as I watch for his reaction closely. “I seem to recall Jonsco mentioned just the other day that your wife had left you for a Human.”
“Don't you bring that brahking primitive into this!” Bikim's anger flares in an instant before returning to a subtle simmer of regret. “We’ve just been having a… a rough patch in our relationship. I’m not giving up on us. I’ll win her back. She's just… confused and being taken advantage of! It's all that damn predators fault!” Bikim sighs and sits down on a nearby bench. “You're not the only one whose had something taken from them because of this job. You're not the only one without a home to go back to.”
Looking at Bikim now, a sad, pathetic man moping on the bench with nothing better to do on his rest claw than to try to externalise his inner pain… I find it hard to stay angry at him. He's still a narcissistic brahk ass and a complete jerk, but it's hard to truly hate someone when you actually know them. I had made quite a few assumptions about him when we first met, and he certainly hadn't helped my impression of him since, but… perhaps I was wrong to judge him so harshly?
“Nah,” the voice chortles, “he’s a piece of speh that got what he brahking deserves for being an insufferable prick.”
Overhead the intercom crackles to life and I can hear Jonsco's voice reverberating over the airwaves.
“Officers Vaesh and Sawvek please report to the briefing area for assignment. Repeat. Officers Vaesh and Sawvek please report to the briefing area for assignment.”
“Sounds like it's time for your first field assignment, Kid.” Bikim says, staring up at the intercom. “At least it gets you out of my wool. Try not to brahk it up and make the rest of us look bad.”
“Hmph.” I turn to leave, muttering to myself. “Stupid brahkass.”
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A/N - Hello! Sorry this one took a while. Like I mentioned before I got delayed working on my Ficnapping chapter as well as a crossover One-shot that's still in progress (but hopefully will be done soon). In other news we have new art of Sawvek's life-changing encounter in the Builder's Lane Bloodbath as drawn by Miglove and you can still find that and everything else Nature of Family in the new Master Post linked up above.
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This is the method under the test and then the test I'm writing. I've mocked all async method and DB calls with vi.fn() but it still runs into time out (timeout change doesn't help)

private async getOrderDataForId( orderData: any, splitOrders: any, responseOrders: any, tenant_id: number, trackingId?: string, ) { this.#logger.info({ trackingId, message: "get order data for given orderID - start", data: { id: orderData.id, tenant_id: orderData.tenant_id }, }); const existingOrderData = await ManufactumCoreOrderService.getOrderById( orderData.id, orderData.tenant_id, trackingId, ); if (!existingOrderData existingOrderData.length < 1) { this.#logger.error({ trackingId, message: "Order doesn't exist with id: ", }); FbxError.throwBadRequest("WMS_Order_3", "Order doesn't exist with id: "); } const newOrderData = JSON.parse(JSON.stringify(existingOrderData)); this.#logger.info({ trackingId, message: "get order data for given orderID - end", data: newOrderData, }); // optimize order_items for (const [key] of Object.entries(splitOrders)) { const position = parseInt(splitOrders[key][0].splitorder_position); const number = parseInt(splitOrders[key][0].orderId); if (key === "1") { console.log("=======got into if block"); newOrderData.splitorder_position = position; newOrderData.parent_id = orderData.id; newOrderData.order_items = []; for (const [index] of newOrderData.order_addresses.entries()) { delete newOrderData.order_addresses[index].id; } for (const [index] of newOrderData.order_partners.entries()) { delete newOrderData.order_partners[index].id; delete newOrderData.order_partners[index].order_id; } // prepare new order newOrderData.splitorder_number = number; let total_weight = 0; let total_volume = 0; for (const splitOrderItem of splitOrders[key]) { const index = existingOrderData.order_items.findIndex( (item: any) => item.article_barcode == splitOrderItem.barcode && item.item_number === splitOrderItem.ManufactumPositionNumber, ); if (index < 0) continue; const orderItemData = existingOrderData.order_items[index]; orderItemData.amount = parseInt(splitOrderItem.amount); orderItemData.item_number = splitOrderItem.ManufactumPositionNumber; const articleId = orderItemData.article_id; let articleData = await DB.query( "select weight, length, width,height from articles where id = ?", [articleId], ); articleData = articleData[0]; const weight = articleData.weight; const _total_weight = await this.calculateAnyISOUnitToAnyIsoUnit( "KG", "GRM", weight * orderItemData.amount, ); const width = articleData.width; const height = articleData.height; const length = articleData.length; const realVolume = width * height * length; const maxVolume = (realVolume + realVolume * 0.05) * orderItemData.amount; total_volume += maxVolume; total_weight += parseFloat(_total_weight); orderItemData.WMS_Positionsnummer = parseInt(splitOrderItem.WMS_Positionsnummer); if (existingOrderData.order_items[index]) { existingOrderData.order_items[index].WMS_Positionsnummer = orderItemData.WMS_Positionsnummer; } newOrderData.order_items.push(existingOrderData.order_items[index]); } newOrderData.total_weight = total_weight + 200; newOrderData.net_weight = total_weight; newOrderData.volume = total_volume; // create split order this.#logger.info({ trackingId, message: `Create split order for order id:${orderData.id} - start`, data: newOrderData, }); const newOrder = await ManufactumCoreOrderService.createOrder(newOrderData, orderData.tenant_id, trackingId, false); if (!newOrder) { this.#logger.error({ trackingId, message: "Failed to create order csv." }); FbxError.throwInternalError("WMS_Order_4", "Failed to create order csv."); } this.#logger.info({ trackingId, message: `Create split order for order id:${orderData.id} - end`, data: newOrder, }); this.#logger.info({ trackingId, message: `Update order id:${orderData.id} - start`, data: newOrderData, }); const updateQuery = "UPDATE orders SET erp_id = \"\" WHERE id = ?"; await DB.query(updateQuery, [orderData.id]); this.#logger.info({ trackingId, message: `Update order id:${orderData.id} - end`, data: newOrder, }); } else { console.log("=======got into else block"); const newOrderManufactum: any = { id: orderData.id, new_order_number: formatNumbers( parseInt(await this.getNewOrderNumber(orderData.tenant_id, "Split")), 10, ), erp_id: existingOrderData.erp_id, splitorder_number: number, splitorder_position: position, order_items: [], }; for (const splitOrderItem of splitOrders[key]) { newOrderManufactum.order_items.push({ new_order_item_number: await this.checkIfPositionIsStandardInt( splitOrderItem.ManufactumPositionNumber, orderData.id, splitOrderItem.barcode, tenant_id, ), amount: parseInt(splitOrderItem.amount), change_amount: false, WMS_Positionsnummer: parseInt(splitOrderItem.WMS_Positionsnummer), }); } responseOrders.push(newOrderManufactum); } } } describe("getOrderDataForId", () => { let repo: any; let orderDataMock: any = { "id" : 303226, "date" : "2024-04-10T14:00:11.000Z", "erp_id" : "0089123048", "tenant_id" : 4, "shipping_service_id" : 2, "shipping_type" : "", "shipping_priority" : 5, "customer_number_erp" : "", "payment_method" : "", "currency" : "", "parent_id" : 4766580, "splitorder_position" : 2, "splitorder_number" : "98873524", "order_status_id" : 47, "bill_number" : "", "sales_channel" : "", "system_id" : 4, "created_at" : "2024-04-10T16:00:11.000Z", "updated_at" : "2024-04-11T16:11:07.000Z", "order_type" : null, "order_tracking_number" : null, "tracking_id" : null, "return_tracking_id" : null, "wmsx_status" : "unprocessed", "volume_measurement_unit_id" : 5, "weight_measurement_unit_id" : 4, "volume" : 25.65, "total_weight" : 2486.0, "incoterms1" : "FH", "incoterms2" : "Frei Haus", "net_weight" : "2140.000", "number_of_packages" : 0, "ship_condition" : "Z0", "shipping_point" : "V007", "sales_organisation" : "0200", "warehouse_number" : "HER", "desired_delivery_date" : "20240403220000", "timezone" : "CET", "description" : "{}", "custom_attributes_MF" : "{\"VSART\":\"SP\",\"ZTERM\":\"D201\",\"PAPERTYPE\":\"AT\",\"BUNDESLAND\":\"Niederösterreich\"}", "is_valid" : 1, "delivery_type" : "LF", "document_status" : null, "document_timestamp" : null, "carrier_mapping_id" : 2, "label_response" : null, "Flyer" : null, "cod_amount" : null, "cod_purpose" : null, "ps_sync_id" : null, "processed_fine" : null, "WMS_Auftragsnummer" : null, "WMS_Teil_Auftragsnummer" : null, "drop_off_point" : null, "error_description" : "Failed to detect carrier. Country short name: AT, sales organisation: 200, VSART: SP, ship_condition: Z0", "packaging_id" : null, "fine_status" : null, "fine_processed" : null, "channel_id" : null, "channel_sign" : null, "channel_no" : null, "item_count" : null, "warehouse_id" : null, "priority" : null, "cancel_reason_code" : null, "cancel_reason" : null, "carrier" : null, "merchant_id" : null, "integrator" : null, "order_items" : [{"id": 2290664, "amount": 1, "article_id": 2939, "article_name": "Balkonkasten Stahl verzinkt gross", "article_barcode": "2050000804168", "article_description": "", "article_weight": 2.14, "erp_id": "000000000000018996", "hazardus_material_number": null, "short_text": "Balkonkasten Stahl verzinkt gross", "sales_unit_id": 1, "sales_unit_iso_measure": "CMT", "item_hierarchy": "000000", "loading_group": "0003", "partial_delivery": "C", "overdelivery_percentage": 0, "underdelivery_percentage": 0, "movement_type": "601", "reference_movement_type": null, "movement_indicator": "L", "cumulated_batch_quantity": "0.000", "distribution_channel": "10", "division": "01", "plant": "0100", "storage_location": "L007", "profit_centre": null, "number_profitability": "0000000000", "sales_item_number": "000000", "item_number": "000010", "sales_document": "0852011163", "sales_document_item": "000010", "sales_document_category": "C", "document_date": "20240402", "order_date_customer": null, "order_date_to_party": "00000000", "date_of_call_off": null, "weight": 2140, "material_type": "HAWA", "article_width": 19, "article_length": 91, "article_height": 15, "article_length_measurement_unit": "CM", "article_weight_measurement_unit": "KG", "WMS_Positionsnummer": "1", "change_amount": 0}], "order_addresses" : [{"id": 1060667, "salutation": "Firma", "name": null, "first_name": null, "last_name": null, "full_name": "Schlosserei Bock GmbH", "company_name": "", "street": "Ascherstraße", "street_number": "0180795", "house_number": "10", "postal_code": "2734", "city": "Puchberg am Schneeberg", "email": null, "country_short_name": "AT", "contact": "02636 2303", "floor": null, "room_number": null, "erp_id": "0026824582", "county": null, "address_notes": null, "fax": null, "time_zone": "CET", "address_info": {"AT":{"COUNTRYISO":"AT","LANGU_ISO":"DE"}}},{"id": 1060668, "salutation": "Firma", "name": null, "first_name": null, "last_name": null, "full_name": "Schlosserei Bock GmbH", "company_name": "", "street": "Ascherstraße", "street_number": "0180795", "house_number": "10", "postal_code": "2734", "city": "Puchberg am Schneeberg", "email": null, "country_short_name": "AT", "contact": "02636 2303", "floor": null, "room_number": null, "erp_id": "0026824582", "county": null, "address_notes": null, "fax": null, "time_zone": "CET", "address_info": {"AT":{"COUNTRYISO":"AT","LANGU_ISO":"DE"}}}], "order_partners" : null, "shipping_service_name" : "DHL", "order_status_name" : "Carrier and shipping type are not determined.", "order_status_code" : "error_2000", "shipped_out_date" : null, "invoice_number" : null, "weight_measurement_unit" : "G", "volume_measurement_unit" : "CDM" }; let responseOrders: any = orderDataMock; let splitOrders: any = { 1: [ { splitorder_position: 1, orderId: 123, }, { splitorder_position: 2, orderId: 124, }, { splitorder_position: 3, orderId: 125, }, ], }; beforeEach(async () => { repo = new ManufactumWmsxOrderRepository(); ManufactumCoreOrderService.getOrderById = vi.fn().mockResolvedValue(orderDataMock) DB.query = vi.fn().mockResolvedValue(orderDataMock); DB.query = vi.fn().mockResolvedValue(true); repo.calculateAnyISOUnitToAnyIsoUnit = vi.fn().mockResolvedValue(1); ManufactumCoreOrderService.createOrder = vi.fn().mockResolvedValue(orderDataMock); repo.getNewOrderNumber = vi.fn().mockResolvedValue("0088123456"); repo.checkIfPositionIsStandardInt = vi.fn().mockResolvedValue("000390"); }) test("should update responseOrders array", async () => { await repo.getOrderDataForId(orderDataMock, splitOrders, responseOrders, 4); }) }, { timeout:10000 }) 

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I drive by the Francis Morrison everyday and the place looks like the outside of a full blown shelter. Shopping carts, garbage, people screaming at ghosts, fighting. Why is this allowed?
I'm of the weird opinion that the library is for people wanting to access library services not as a place to get high, hang out or sleep. If your not there to access services you should be escorted out.
This behaviour would never be tolerated at other civic buildings such as city hall or any of the civic centres so why is the library fair game. How long do you think it would last if the homeless started showing up at the field house to simply hang out? The answer is not long.
Is the new library just going to be a super fancy $134,000,000 shelter full of the homeless?
Just to be clear I'm not debating the homeless issue or it's lack of funding. I'm wondering why the library has become the sacrificial lamb.
They're about to spend $134,000,000 on a show piece library that's gonna be allowed look like a skid row soup kitchen within months. Why is the library considered to be "expendable" when it comes to how the homeless can be handled.
Like I said... any other civic building they'd be gone... the library... meh.

I use The Castle as the Minutemen's military HQ/base. I turned Oberland Station into a large train station like it shouldve been before the bombs fell. Oberland has been converted into a small, strategic Minutemen military base for recon missions into the city centre.
All settlements in the north part of the map have been "liberated" and under Minutemen control. But I haven't done anything up there settlement wise because there's few enemies and it's so sparse so I just view it as there's no military threat against our mission in the area. The only settlement with people right now is Tenpines Bluff. I left Tenpines Bluff residents at their settlement because they've always been there and I can pretend they're monitoring any possible invaders from the north towards downtown Boston. Any other settlers were sent to Oberland or The Castle for Minutemen duty.
Our ongoing mission is to liberate the southern part of the map so all of downtown is encircled for the last phase of bringing downtown Boston under Minutemen control so the whole map can start to implement law and order, fairness, and safety. Murkwater will be a heavily fortified Southern outpost similar to Tenpines Bluff so any attack from invaders to the south will be detected early. The Castle will continue being the HQ of the faction and will easily be able to view possible invaders from the sea.
Trying to pick a location to put an ammo producing facility, to support the Minutemen mission. It may go to Oberland Station where there is a strong Minuteman presence already. It won't go to Tenpines/Murkwater as they will be tiny remote locations for the playthrough

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Picture yourself standing at the threshold of higher education, the city of Hyderabad bustling with opportunities and dreams. You, a high school graduate, brim with excitement tinged with a hint of trepidation, eager to embark on your academic journey. Amidst the myriad choices, two paths beckon: MEC and CEC. But which one holds the key to your future?
Exploring the Terrain: Understanding MEC and CEC
Before we dive into decision-making, let's unravel the essence of MEC and CEC. MEC, standing for Mathematics, Economics, and Commerce, and CEC, signifying Commerce, Economics, and Civics, offer distinct avenues for academic and career pursuits.
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Imagine immersing yourself in the world of numbers, dissecting economic theories, and unravelling the mysteries of commerce. MEC courses in Hyderabad promise a journey through calculus, economics, and commerce, paving the way for careers in finance, banking, economics, and beyond.
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Identifying the ideal CEC college in Hyderabad involves considering factors like faculty credentials, infrastructure, and extracurricular offerings. Institutions that prioritize holistic education, fostering critical thinking and leadership skills, stand out as prime choices for aspiring commerce and civics enthusiasts.
Mapping Career Trajectories: MEC vs. CEC
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MEC: Nurturing Financial Wizards
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CEC: Cultivating Commerce and Civic Leaders
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As you contemplate your next steps in the realm of higher education, remember that the journey ahead is yours to define. Whether you choose the numerical allure of MEC or the commerce-civic blend of CEC, embrace the opportunity to carve your unique path towards success.
So, dear reader, as you embark on this transformative journey, I leave you with a question: Which path will you choose, and how will you shape your academic and professional destiny? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

This is about specific things for Belgium, not new game mechanics.
I would redraw the map to make Flanders, Brabant, Hainaut and The Ardennes provinces. And slighly decrease the size of the province of Champagne to the east.
Firstly: balance mechanics between Flemish and Walloon influence. This is a Balance of Power where the centre is national unity, the left is Flemish dominance with army buffs but industry nerfs, the right is Walloon dominance with industry buffs and army nerfs.
The democratic path, This is pretty standard, develop colonies, invest in infrastructure, research some weapons,.... This will be the path that AI takes. With a possible deviation to get Communists elected instead and join the comintern
The revolutionary path. This one's a bit interesting. If you go down the revolutionary path you can go for Flemish and Walloon independence, you get nudged along a path depending on how your Balance of Power is. If your balance of power stays in the centre, you will go the fascist path and you will colaborate with Hitler once he invades.
I, of course, can't leave you without a wildcard prediction. If you are at a balanced centre for the Balance of Power, have no fascism support and less than 90 support for Democracy or Communism. You get a secret fourth Revolutionary path. The Burgundian path, you can crown Alfonso (the one who can unite France and Spain) as your king of Burgundy and establish the 2nd Burgundian State. Which can core The Benelux, NPDC, Picardy, Alsace-Lorraine, France-Comte and Bourgogne.

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Had this with my last two scooters... One was an old Piaggio Xevo 409 and the next is a brand new Kymco DTX 350.
Noticed on the highway cars just overtaking me left right and centre.
Ended up testing ok Google Maps and found it was about 10% on the low...
E. G.

• To go 60kph I had to go 66kph
• To go 70kph I had to go about 77kph Etc

Is this common or is it just brand specific? Anyone else found this?