#What Is Incident Reporting

[sentrient]

If an organisation does not report and negate workplace incidents as far as is reasonably practicable there can be greater consequences. Let’s understand what workplace incidents are, their reporting and follow up, and how a HRMS can help.

[astronomodome]

Wait this is so cool actually

[whitherwanderer]

Incident report: I observed an antelope herd in the Upper Paths exhibiting erratic behavior. Usually they're quite skittish, but the herd I came across on my way to Quarrymill were highly aggressive. A doe charged at me. Usually only the bucks are so brazen, and only during the rut. Otherwise, they're wont to run at the slightest hint of a man or another predator. I scared a few of the aggravated does off with some loud curses and clapping, but that apparently attracted a protective buck. The buck came running to defend the herd and, as I stared at it, I couldn't help but notice it seemed... off. Its fur was mangy, eyes deadened and hollow. Its gait wasn't the delicate trot one might associate with cervines. It was heavy, forced. Like it was something larger bending itself into the shape of a antelope.

So, I shouldn't have been surprised when it stood up on two legs and began to swipe at me. I ran, of course, but the blasted thing was fast. It followed me deeper into the wood where I was able to lose it with some careful avoidance and remaining perfectly still. It eventually lost interest, dropping back onto its forelegs and galloping off, presumably to rejoin its herd. I don't think it can see well. It reacted to sound more than aught else. I kept that in mind when I returned to observe it again, but I didn't find that same, aggressive herd. Just the usual skittish sort. I have to wonder if the buck was the only false antelope in the herd, or if I met a whole family of them. Investigator's note: I'm not fully convinced its a malevolent creature so much as it is a predator, albeit an unnatural one. Either way, I've made the Wailers at Quarrymill aware of the incident, as well as the Adventurers posted at the Druthers. I was advised to lay off the ale. Twice.

[cowardlybean]

How many Esper-related laws do you think Mob sparked into existence just by being Mob

like what the hell did worldwide governments do when a middle school kid got into a fight with the guy claiming he’s gonna take over the world ending in a giant fucking broccoli appearing in seasoning city japan. like what do you do about that.

[joelletwo]

sharing the mangaka @kastellaran sold me on (and then i died badly this was like a week ago i think lol) just bc i feel obligated to pass their work on to the ppl who enjoyed tricornered its. EXTREMELY of a piece. bl authors love [psychological] [erotica] [supernatural detectives] [fucked up weirdos] with so so lovingly inked in suits. APPARENTLY 🙏

psychedelia - detective gets shot and visits his partner in an out-of-body experience. his partner spends the whole time fantasizing about him which is great news for him who can see his thoughts (<- HORRIBLE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT. but theyre cute). really funny sense of humor in the writing/panel pacing and really beautiful horniness for the male form in the art (^ i was so happy to see those tits)

stigmata - special division detective who can physically relive ppl's deaths and his handler. very. EXTREMELY horny about the gore. and i think basically all the cases are about assault on women and this gets really visceral/personal at some points. very well done. very thoughtful relationship between these two. very very luxurious indulgent art. man this author loves drawing butts in suits. 🙏🙏🙏

[fideidefenswhore]

reading alison weir's new novel; she's adapted and altered the primary source material she's clearly using in a way that is...um. something?

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[jwooyoung]

hi everyone I miss you 🥺

[finch-the-foolish]

A story based on @black-rose-events's recent prompt list! This one is day two, because I forgot a) February has in fact kicked off, and b) we are two days in.

Tw/Cw for death, murder, and guns

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Reporter stared at the papers they'd found in Detective’s office, illuminated by the soft, yellowed glow of his lamp. It was dark outside, by now, the clock on the wall keeping a steady pulse as Reporter read. This.. this was big. Evidence for every murder they'd been tracking, lists of names struck through in red, pictures of faces that had been painted in the news weeks earlier. The dead. Those responsible. At least, that's how it had seemed.

Until now. There was more blood than just that of the convicted on Detective’s hands, and they couldn't let that go now. Was being here technically illegal? Most likely. Was what Detective had done the same? Absolutely. They had to get this to headquarters. They had to let the authorities know. They had to-

Reporter looked up, eyes wide against a shock of darkness as the door opened.

“[Reporter]. Fancy seeing you here. What brings you to my office? My desks? My documents?” Detective tilted his head, one hand silently shutting the door, locking it with a soft click.

Reporter drew in a breath, clamping down on the panic clawing at their ribs. “I'm here investigating everything you've done, [Detective]. If that even is your name.”

They stood, still clutching the paper they'd been reading, and Detective approached closer, gait still as nonchalant as ever.

Detective smiled. “What I've done? What might that be? Help the people? End countless villains?”

“Innocent lives,” Reporter snapped back. “They were innocents, and you know that damn well. It's all here. And I'm not letting you get away with any of it.”

His smile only widened, a sharp thing, malicious, painted hauntingly by the lamp's glow, as he leaned against the desk.

“Really? All the evidence? How.. fortunate.” Detective glanced down at the papers, before returning his gaze to Reporter. They could barely resist the urge to shudder, to flee, before they too found a knife in their back, a bullet in their chest.

Steeling their gaze, they nodded. “Everything I need to make sure you never hurt anyone again. Is that clear enough for you?”

Detective paused for a moment, a laugh filling the empty space, far too light, far too familiar for it to be that of a murderer. Detective of all people. He reached forwards, grabbing Reporter’s shoulder with a shockingly strong grip, pulling them forwards to the desk.

“Now, [Reporter], my dear friend, I have a story for you. A.. piece of information, if you will.” His voice was low, fringes of that friendliness Reporter had so long known creeping back with the words.

“A.. a story?” they asked, voice shaking. That same, awful smile, a face they almost knew, a grin they could almost see against the daylight, against everything they'd known.

Then his Voice hushed, his grasp loosening against their jacket.

“You're right.”

Metal pressed against their stomach, cold turning harsh, burning, as pain ripped through their senses and skin alike. Reporter screamed, the sound cut off as that same blinding agony cut through the air, their intestines, sending them stumbling back to the wall behind. They crumpled, crimson staining the bookshelves at their back, their clothes nearly masking the shade.

Detective stared at them, face still twisted with some strange, wretched joy. “It was lovely working with you, [Reporter]. You were always my favourite. I pray the others can solve your unfortunate demise.”

Then, hands steady, he raised the gun to Reporter’s gaze. And, smiling, he pulled the trigger.

[cat-with-a-keyboard]

Photos taken on the World Cell Inspection Tour, of Hirasawa throwing flowers from a bridge.

[necromilf]

is anyone else tired of being retarded

[roennq]

Athos: What happened?! Porthos, covered in mud and soaking wet: Aramis tackled me into a muddy stream. Aramis, equally wet and covered in even more mud: I was trying to stop him from retrieving and eating the slice of ham he'd dropped into said muddy stream– Porthos: It was really good ham!

[moonfromearth]

- You can't take these kinds of things lightly. Believe me. I've seen it all before.

Day 10 - The Detective "Thinks they know best, and the main cast hates them for this. They’re always poking around, checking things out. Typically they’re a blessing to The Final Girl, helping best the killer, or a curse, in which you’re happy to see them die."

from @windbrook's Slashed Challenge.

[cedarspiced]

god. i'm so fucking tired.

[fideidefenswhore]

Whether or not this is a true composition, and the details do sound convincing, it is written from a position of strength. Anne was confident that she was soon to bear a son and that she was beyond the reach of any harm that Mary or her party might intend her. The letter distances Anne from self-interest in the matter, presenting the purest motives, urging Mrs Shelton to action out of her duty to the King. The tone is not consistent with Chapuys' contemporaneous report that Anne frequently wept in the period immediately following Catherine's death, in the realisation that a significant obstacle had been removed should Henry choose to set her aside.

Anne Boleyn: Adultery, Heresy, Desire (Licence, Amy)

[gabriel-landeskog]

seriously what the fuck is the avs pr team/front office doing