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boinkingbattlemechs · 26 days ago

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Catapult CPLT-BW-E 'EM4' (aka 'Creole')

This ‘Mech started off as an unremarkable CPLT-K2, but by the time of its first deployment, was a K2 in name only. Creole was developed in tandem with its pilot as part of the Blackwell Heavy Industries’ experimental Enhanced MechWarrior program, and was the sole such BattleMech developed and deployed, as the revelation of its pilot's existence set in motion events that would resonate beyond Helios, and ultimately help shape the early days of the new Star League... and also ensure the downfall of Blackwell itself.

Creole featured a mixed weapon loadout with answers for threats at any range, and an extensive EWAR suite to back up the well-rounded armament. What set it apart, however, was its unique cockpit configuration. Engineered specifically for use by its pilot EM4, she was as much part of the ‘Mech as the ‘Mech was part of her. A suite of proprietary Blackwell vDNI technology known as the Vehicular Advanced Neural Interface Layered Link Apparatus - or VANILLA - connected her to her pilot at such a deep level that it was hard to determine if the ‘Mech was an extension of the pilot, or the pilot an extension of the ‘Mech. In addition, Creole had cleanroom-grade cockpit filters and an airlock to accommodate its pilot's sensitivity to non-sterile environments.

Though the pair performed extremely well in all simulated environments, Operation TOUCHDOWN was the first time Creole would see an actual combat drop. After being given a clean bill of health by the SLDF MechTechs, the 'Mech would show what Blackwell’s finest - if also most unethical - minds were capable of.

(Creole was designed by yours truly, but belongs to @sapphic-design-is-my-passion / @the-emmapult. Art was done by the ever talented @cromwell300!)

TRO below the cut:

Catapult CPLT-BW-E 'EM4' (aka 'Creole')

Mass: 65 tons

Chassis: Composite Biped

Power Plant: 260 XL

Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph

Maximum Speed: 64.8 kph

Jump Jets: Standard

Jump Capacity: 60 meters

Armor: Ferro-Fibrous

Armament:

2 Micro Pulse Laser

1 Improved Heavy Large Laser

2 Heavy Machine Gun

1 Heavy Machine Gun Array

1 Snub-Nose PPC

2 Improved ATM 3

Manufacturer: Unknown

Primary Factory: Unknown

Communication System: Unknown

Targeting & Tracking System: Unknown

Introduction Year: 3153

Tech Rating/Availability: F/X-X-X-X

Cost: 17,721,688 C-bills

Type: Catapult

Technology Base: Mixed (Experimental)

Tonnage: 65

Battle Value: 1,919

Equipment Mass

Internal Structure Composite 3.5

Engine 260 XL 7

Walking MP: 4

Running MP: 6

Jumping MP: 2

Double Heat Sink 15 [30] 5

Compact Gyro 4.5

Small Cockpit 2

Armor Factor (Ferro) 211 11

Internal Armor

Structure Value

Head 3 9

Center Torso 21 32

Center Torso (rear) 10

R/L Torso 15 23

R/L Torso (rear) 7

R/L Arm 10 20

R/L Leg 15 30

Right Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm

Left Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm

Weapons

and Ammo Location Critical Heat Tonnage

2 Heavy Machine Gun CT 2 0 1.0

Heavy Machine Gun Array CT 1 0 0.25

Jump Jet RT 1 - 1.0

CASE RT 0 - 0.0

Extended-Range iATM/3 Ammo (20) RT 1 - 1.0

Standard iATM/3 Ammo (40) RT 2 - 2.0

High-Explosive iATM/3 Ammo (20) RT 1 - 1.0

Micro Pulse Laser RT 1 1 0.5

Improved ATM 3 LA 2 2 1.5

Snub-Nose PPC LA 2 10 6.0

2 Double Heat Sink LA 4 - 2.0

Targeting Computer LT 3 - 3.0

Jump Jet LT 1 - 1.0

Heavy Machine Gun Ammo (300) LT 3 - 3.0

CASE LT 0 - 0.0

Double Heat Sink LT 2 - 1.0

Micro Pulse Laser LT 1 1 0.5

Armored Cowl (Armored) HD 1 - 1.0

Nova Combined Electronic Warfare System HD 1 - 1.5

Direct Neural Interface Cockpit Modification None 0 - 0.0

Improved ATM 3 RA 2 2 1.5

CASE RA 0 - 0.0

2 Double Heat Sink RA 4 - 2.0

Improved Heavy Large Laser RA 3 18 4.0

Features the following design quirks: Battle Computer, Combat Computer, Cowl, Improved Communications, Improved Life Support, Improved Sensors, Multi-Trac, Variable Range Targeting, Cramped Cockpit, Difficult Ejection, Hard to Pilot, No/Minimal Arms, Non-Standard Parts, Prototype

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pupsmailbox · 11 months ago

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usafphantom2 · 1 month ago

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SR-71 OL-Griffiss AFB

OL-Griffiss AFB

Rome, New York

1973

Yom Kippur War

The Yom Kippur War SR-71 operation provided a series of 11.4 hour round-robin sorties to the Middle East. Plans were originally made to fly these flights from Beale AFB to the Middle East and recover at Mildenhall, United Kingdom. Upon arrival at Mildenhall to set up recovery operations, Colonel Patrick Halloran, 9th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing Commander, was informed that the British Government had second thoughts about the operation and denied authority to operate from the United Kingdom. The UK's reasoning was a possible Arab oil embargo against their nation. Two SR-71's were assigned to performed the historic 11.4 hour flights, tail numbers #964 and #979. These flights to the Middle East were code named:

"Giant Reach"

(Photo courtesy Tom Pugh)

On 13 October 1973, Pilot Jim Shelton and RSO Gary Coleman in #979, departed Griffiss AFB on the first of a series of flights to the Middle East. After 11.13 hours of flight time involving 6 refuelings and more than five hours of flight above Mach 3.0, Jim Shelton landed SR #979 back at Griffiss AFB, NY. The "Photo Take" was highly successful and provided Defense Analysts and the President of the United States with information about the actual Syrian military situation.

On 25 October 1973, Pilot Al Joersz and RSO John Fuller flew SR #979 on another 11.13 hour non-stop round robin sortie to assess the ground situation around the Sinai and Galilee.

On 02 November 1973, Pilot Bob Helt and RSO Larry Elliott in SR #979,flew a similar Trans-Atlantic sortie to the Yom Kippur War zone in 11.22 hours of flight.

The last flight from Griffiss AFB was 11 November 1973. Blackbird #964 was flown by Pilot Jim Wilson and RSO Bruce Douglass and landed at Seymour Johnson AFB, North Carolina. This sortie lasted 10.49 hours. As snow fell in Rome New York, Colonel Pat Halloran opted for a warmer climate and moved operations to Seymour Johnson AFB, NC.

These SR-71 Reconnaissance flights were instrumental in defusing the war and provided positive intelligence photos to the deeply distrusting Israelis and Arabs. With the shooting war over, OL-SB, Seymour Johnson became the base of operation for continued surveillance of the war zone to insure compliance with the peace accord.

OL-SB

Seymour Johnson AFB, North Carolina

SR-71 "Giant Reach" Operations

On 02 December, 1973, Pilot Jim Sullivan and RSO Noel Widdifield flew the first SR-71 to the Middle East from the Seymour Johnson AFB location. In aircraft #964, this crew flew the round-robin sortie to the Sinai region and returned to Seymour Johnson in 9.56 hours.

On 10 December, 1973, Pilot Pat Bledsoe and RSO Reggie Blackwell flew SR #979 to the Middle East and back in 10.0 hours.

On 25 January, 1974, Pilot Buck Adams and RSO Bill Machorek flew SR #971 in a around-robin sortie to the Middle East in 10.04 hours.

On 07 March, 1974 Pilot Ty Judkins and RSO John Morgan flew SR #979 in 9.45 hours

The final "Giant Reach" flight occurred on 06 April, 1974. SR-71 #979, Piloted by Lee Ransom and RSO Tom Allocca flew to the Middle East and returned to Seymour Johnson AFB in 9.46 hours.

In all, four Sorties were flown from Griffiss AFB, NY averaging 11.4 hours each flight and five Sorties from Seymour Johnson AFB, NC averaging 10 hours each .

SR-71 pilot, Colonel Jim Wilson's recollection of one of the historic SR-71 flights to the Middle East during the Yom Kippur War in 1973 is reproduced below for the Blackbird Community.

Mort Jarvis adds: The whole history of this operation is pretty interesting, like flying the Detachment Package into England and than saying the SR can't land in England and turning around and going to Griffiss, NY. If the SR was still flying with the Real Time down link of Recon intelligence, which the SR was modified to carry prior to retirement, the target take could of been in the command function hands within seconds of the take. I still think the SR-71 could do a better job than what Intel is being obtained now.

Col. Jim Wilson, USAF ( Ret.) Writes:

On Oct 6th 1973, Egypt and Syria opened an offensive against Israel on two fronts, launching a coordinated series of air, armored and artillery attacks into the Sinai and Golan Heights . The preemptive strike came as a result of a failure to resolve territorial disputes arising from the Arab-Israeli War of 1967.

Since no diplomatic progress was being made toward peace, Egypt 's Sadat was convinced that to gain legitimacy at home, he must initiate a war with limited objectives.

Along the Suez Canal, 80,000 well-equipped members of the Egyptian army crossed the Suez and attacked fewer than 500 Israeli defenders. And in the Golan Heights , approximately 180 Israeli tanks faced an onslaught of 1,400 Syrian tanks.

Initial Israeli military losses were significant. And assistance was requested from the USA .

At that time, our reconnaissance satellites didn't have the capability to provide the intelligence needed to sufficiently assess the situation. So, we were alerted to prepare to fly SR-71 missions over the area of conflict, then recover in England . It was a mission within the design capability of the aircraft, although such a long, logistically-difficult mission never previously accomplished.

Within the first few days of the conflict, the supporting Arab nations initiated an oil embargo, making oil a weapon of war and contributed to a decision by the British government to deny us a recovery any place in England .

A Plan B was rapidly drawn up to fly the SR-71 out of the East Coast, then recover back in New York at Griffiss AFB. These newly planned 12,000 mile missions would require (5) five air to air refuelings from (16)sixteen KC-135 tankers based in Spain .

In the utmost secrecy, we mobilized and deployed. A few days later, our first photo/electronic reconnaissance mission was successfully completed.

I was a fairly young pilot in the squadron, with only 120 hours of SR-71 time under my belt. I was assigned to fly a backup SR-71 and to stay at Griffiss in an alert posture, and be prepared to fly follow-on missions. Then I served as back-up alert on two more successful missions.

My turn to be the primary aircraft came up next. The excitement level was high. And I certainly wanted to be part of another success.

Takeoff was at 2AM on a brisk and clear autumn night with about fifteen inches of snow already on the ground. It was peacefully calm . . until I lit both of the 34,000 lb. thrust afterburners.

The first 450 miles had to be flown subsonic at .9 Mach, since we had to clear the commercial aircraft flight tracks off the East Coast before I could safely re-fuel. Most pilots don't know the true meaning of dark until they've been in a situation like this. You might compare it to refueling in an inkwell. I then made made three radio silent electronic rendezvous with three tankers out over the North Atlantic before dawn . . taking on 10,000 gallons of fuel.

After completing a few post-refueling checks, I lit the afterburners and started my acceleration to a leisurely Mach 3 cruise across the Atlantic . The airplane performed flawlessly, thanks to the extra special effort by the maintenance guys.

About 2000 miles across the Atlantic , I watched with excitement as the sun came up right in my face, giving me a nice vantage point.

The next refueling was a couple hundred miles north of the Azores . I took on another 10,000 gallons from a couple more tankers.

I started my second acceleration and headed for Gibraltar . At 80,000 feet, cruising through the center of the narrow straits with clear weather and 100 miles of visibility on both sides. Spectacular.

Then I proceeded down the Mediterranean toward Israel where the weather was becoming worse as per flight plan's forecast.

The third air refueling south of Crete , although in poor weather, went along as scheduled. Now packing in a full load of 80,000 lbs of JP-7 fuel, I lit the afterburners and started the acceleration toward the target area.

At maximum fuel flow in full afterburner, a RED engine oil quantity low light illuminated steady on my emergency warning panel.

In almost unbelief . . I momentarily stared at it !

I instantly scanned oil pressure, rpm, exhaust gas temperature, nozzle position for other indications of trouble. Although there were no confirming indications of problems, I couldnâ€™t just ignore the situation and continue on into the target area with the possibility of an engine failure at supersonic speed out over the Sinai.

We had no viable emergency airfields that could handle the SR-71. And I certainly did not want to be a no-notice, no-flight plan, single engine emergency arrival at David Ben Gurion airport in Tel Aviv. Especially, since the Israeli government had not been told about our missions, and they were focused on major battles for their own survival.

I took the engines out of afterburner to access the situation, and think about the best course of action.

Then I had a pleasant surprise.

After coming out of afterburner the critical red warning light went out. I became fairly-well convinced that it was a false momentary indication.

But it had cost me roughly 400 gallons of critically needed fuel. My tankers were now 80 miles behind me . . and they were moving further away each second. And re-joining them to top off fuel, would present a whole new set of problems [ I won't get into.]

I decided to re-light the burners and press on. I had a 5 second flash of the same red light during acceleration. Then it went out. Stayed out.

My flight track went down the Suez past Cairo before making a left turn at Mach 3.15 to cross the battle lines in the Sinai. With panoramic and specific point cameras providing imagery of hundreds of targets on both sides of the SR-71, I flew North across the Dead Sea and Golan Heights . Approaching Lebanon , I made a sweeping right turn out over Syria and then back to the Sinai on a parallel flight path for maximum coverage. The airplane was running well. I pushed it up a bit to Mach 3.2 before exiting Egypt near Port Said .

Once out over the Mediterranean , I started a descent to 25,000 feet to hit my fourth set of refuelers.

But as fate would have it, I was not only beong low on fuel because of my previous oil low warning problem, but now a thunderstorm had reached up and it was now enclosing the air re-fueling contact point.

Using our internal electronic azimuth and distance measuring equipment, my backseater got me to within less than a mile behind my tanker. But now, visibility was so poor that I could not see it.

In lousy weather, very low on fuel, I continued twenty miles down the refueling track. By this time, there was just one-half mile and 1000 feet of separation from the tanker.

Small break between the clouds. Hooked up.

I had less than 15 minutes of fuel left, when we made re-fueling contact with the tanker and started transferring. The nearest emergency runway was roughly 100 miles away on Crete .

Needless to say, I was very thankful to my tanker buddies, backseater, and good equipment for that rendezvous. What a relief ! It gave me an entirely new meaning to ' finding a gas station ' . . when I really needed one.

We completed a fifth 10,000 gallon air refueling near the Azores before proceeding on a leisurely Mach 3 flight across the mid-Atlantic to a landing at Seymour Johnson.

Within 20 minutes, our people had the photo and electronic intelligence equipment downloaded, then onboard a dedicated AF courier flight to a Photo Interpretation Center in D.C.

Including 6 hours 41 minutes of supersonic speed, the round-trip flight covered more than 12,000 miles in 10 hours 49 minutes.

After landing, I remember wondering what Lindbergh would have thought about the amazing advancements in aviation technology.

These missions were not declassified until the early 1990's when the SR-71 program was closed at the end of the Cold War. Most of the remaining birds are now in various museums.

The one I flew is the centerpiece at SAC's Air and Space museum near Omaha .

Col. Jim Wilson, USAF ( Ret.)

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SR-71 Photo Archive taken at Seymour Johnson AFB during the Yom Kippur War Operation "OLSB"

Entire SR-71 crew at Seymour Johnson AFB, North Carolina during the Yom Kippur War 1973.

The following personnel participated in the first missions flown out of OLSB. Additional crewmembers (not listed) also participated in these missions. This is the manifest for the Wing Staff personnel on the left and Maintenance on the right.

The following photos are the only ones known to exist of the SR-71 Operations at Seymour Johnson from October, 1973 to April, 1974. At the time, Seymour Johnson was in the process of an ORI (Operational Readiness Inspection) with their B-52's and KC-135's. The Seymour Johnson Wing Commander was not the least bit impressed when we showed up with a DOD directed mission (Yom Kippur War Flights). He was irate about usage of his facilities (We cleared out one of his large hangars and put the two SR's, KC-135Q and our mobile film processing center in the hangar). Additionally, he complained of fuel usage from his facilities by the 9th SRW. A phone call to the Pentagon by 9th SRW Commander Colonel Patrick Halloran resulted in the following, as Pat said: "The problems just went away". The critical war assessment missions were flown as scheduled and we departed Seymour Johnson in April of 1974. I am sure they were glad to see us go home.

The photos show the trailer which was purchased and moved into the hangar for SR-71 Operational Control and the Photo Processing Center which was comprised of 2X4's and plastic sheeting to keep the dust out. The two SR's were parked side by side in the hangar with the KC-135Q tanker opposite the Blackbirds. The flights lasted 10 or 11 hours and in one instance, the Pilot had to be assisted out of the Blackbird. The photo reconnaissance "Take" resulted in conclusive evidence of the location of Arab and Israeli forces. The photos provided the President and Defense Analysts with firm decision making capabilities to help defuse the Yom Kippur War.

OL-SB Photo Archive

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sy-on-boy · 1 year ago

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More Spy x Family exhibition photos!

This is one of my fav exhibits: a model of best boy Bond! He’s so fluffy and baby :D

Clothes of the 3 mains! I think they’re pretty good. Yor’s dress is 😳, Twilight has his pistol, and Anya’s hair accessories are pretty cute.

Henderson is always watching. Just a slightly ominous old man with elegance.

Becky’s last name is once again Blackwell. I genuinely thought it was Blackbell? While Damian and Becky have their character introductions, Emile and Ewen don’t. Their only appearance is besides Becky. (Not even next to Damian, rip. Damian is situated on the other side of Becky.)

Surprisingly, Bill has a character introduction. I suspect it’s because 1) he’s a memorable fan favourite who was prominent in the dodgeball arc which was iconic by itself 2) he has recent relevance in the hijacking arc. Maybe this suggests Bill might have further importance later on. Rip E&E though, considering they appear whenever Damian does.

Redacted’s bit makes me so sad. His part is in the gallery about the conflict between East and West, and it gives off the impression that he was just a child caught up in the war 🥺

Donovan and Melinda giving off heavy final bosses vibes when put next to each other. Evil power couple perhaps? I was excited to see Melinda because she’s a relatively recent addition to the cast. Maybe the book might give more information/ hints 👀

Final photo of this post: the iconic Twiyor proposal!! :D couldn’t leave the exhibit without a picture of it :D

Might post more photos later :D I’ll be linking these series of posts in my pinned post on my blog.

#spy x family #spy x family exhibition #anya forger #loid forger #yor forger #becky blackbell #bill watkins #donovan desmond #melinda desmond #bond forger

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punk1nl0v333 · 5 months ago

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★☆about me☆★

a little bit about me, because why not <3

DISCLAIMER: if you know me IRL…. get outta here (unless ur matthew or ashton)

the name is charlie. pronouns are any i guess. i am genderfluid and bisexual. scenemo? a wee bit goth? I AM A MINOR.

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broadwaydivastournament · 9 months ago

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DONNA MURPHY IN FOLLIES, I REPEAT DONNA MURPHY IN FOLLIES

On June 20th, 2024, Transport Group will stage a one-night-only concert at Carnegie Hall. The cast will feature our beloved Divas in unannounced roles, including Donna Murphy, Katie Finneran, Karen Ziemba, and Carolee Carmello.

Full cast: Julie Benko, Mikaela Bennett, Michael Berresse, Alexandra Billings, Klea Blackhurst, Harolyn Blackwell, Stephen Bogardus, Norbert Leo Butz, Len Cariou, Carolee Carmello, Jim Caruso, Nikki Renée Daniels, Christine Ebersole, Katie Finneran, Santino Fontana, Alexander Gemignani, Miguel Gil, Olivia Elease Hardy, Erika Henningsen, Grey Henson, Fernell Hogan, Jennifer Holliday, Rachel Bay Jones, Isabel Keating, Adriane Lenox, Norm Lewis, Ryan McCartan, Donna Murphy, Thom Sesma, Barbara Walsh, Nina White, Jacob Keith Watson, and Karen Ziemba.

#broadway news #donna murphy #katie finneran #karen ziemba #carolee carmello #follies #sondheim #i am physically shaking this is all i've ever wanted oh my god oh my god i can't believe it #follies is my favorite sondheim and i love everyone in this cast i'm going to die

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smizzy · 2 years ago

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do it for u

been YEARSSSS since bts dropped and I don't see more fics than my grandma age n she pushin 90.....

Throwing parties weren't for the weak

but look where u are now

you only thought it was right since the loyl's birthday was in 2 days

Blackwell never knew how you could even spend bills like that when you weren't anywhere close to Victoria and Nathan's social class

you still came thru nonetheless after being accused of embezzlement which is most likely true

anything for Ms. Amber even if you end up in a orange jumpsuit and cuffs

she could read you like a book but she couldn't put her finger on what you were hiding

oh brother if u seen her face the night of her very own night

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY RACHELLLLL" darn near all the cities that collectively make Oregon could've heard that

made many people wish their significant other did it for them on their birthday which most likely ended up with a break up..

the REAL meaning of "stuntin on these hoes"

everyone KNOWS who the birthday girl is

someone shares the same birthday and is currently in the birthday bash?????

sorry baby but u gon need 2 gtfo

yes u in fact did get firewalk to get on that stage and sing til their fingers get bloody and can't reach high notes anymore

just to prove how far you'd go for her and Chloe igz

you'd just be sitting in a corner booth with Vic sharing a blunt no wonder why but Rachel still had your attention in the most heart wrenching way

"God you're literally lovesick it's making me actually sick"

we all know she thinks it's absolutely adorable and if the lighting was better she'd snap a pic

maybe she did maybe not....

you'll both find out tomorrow on her insta page :3

after Victoria left and everyone seemed to calm down with drinks in their hands and swaying around.

you seen Rach coming right to you with pure fucking love written all over her face

too bad you were alr meeting her halfway like a moment in a corny movie

"I heard you're the mastermind behind all of this?"

She looked at every aspect of your face and examined your facial features under the bright red light shining upon everyone

"Only for you Rachel Amber"

That might've been the last straw for her to fully decide she wanted to get the hell outta Arcadia bay with you right now

She knew you could possibly end up behind bars before she could even wake up n brush her teeth

"Let's leave....tonight"

#rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #lis rachel amber #before the storm #amberprice #max caulfield #victoria chase #nathan prescott #life is strange x reader #life is strange imagines #rachel amber imagine #chloe price #chloe price x reader

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is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not · 1 month ago

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CPLT-BW-E "EM4" (aka "Creole")

(Creole was designed by yours truly, but belongs to @sapphic-design-is-my-passion / @the-emmapult . Art was done by the ever talented @cromwell300 !)

TRO below the cut:

Catapult CPLT-BW-E 'EM4' (aka 'Creole')

Mass: 65 tons

Chassis: Composite Biped

Power Plant: 260 XL

Cruising Speed: 43.2 kph

Maximum Speed: 64.8 kph

Jump Jets: Standard

Jump Capacity: 60 meters

Armor: Ferro-Fibrous

Armament:

2 Micro Pulse Laser

1 Improved Heavy Large Laser

2 Heavy Machine Gun

1 Heavy Machine Gun Array

1 Snub-Nose PPC

2 Improved ATM 3

Manufacturer: Unknown

Primary Factory: Unknown

Communication System: Unknown

Targeting & Tracking System: Unknown

Introduction Year: 3153

Tech Rating/Availability: F/X-X-X-X

Cost: 17,721,688 C-bills

Type: Catapult

Technology Base: Mixed (Experimental)

Tonnage: 65

Battle Value: 1,919

Equipment Mass

Internal Structure Composite 3.5

Engine 260 XL 7

Walking MP: 4

Running MP: 6

Jumping MP: 2

Double Heat Sink 15 [30] 5

Compact Gyro 4.5

Small Cockpit 2

Armor Factor (Ferro) 211 11

Internal Armor

Structure Value

Head 3 9

Center Torso 21 32

Center Torso (rear) 10

R/L Torso 15 23

R/L Torso (rear) 7

R/L Arm 10 20

R/L Leg 15 30

Right Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm

Left Arm Actuators: Shoulder, Upper Arm

Weapons

and Ammo Location Critical Heat Tonnage

2 Heavy Machine Gun CT 2 0 1.0

Heavy Machine Gun Array CT 1 0 0.25

Jump Jet RT 1 - 1.0

CASE RT 0 - 0.0

Extended-Range iATM/3 Ammo (20) RT 1 - 1.0

Standard iATM/3 Ammo (40) RT 2 - 2.0

High-Explosive iATM/3 Ammo (20) RT 1 - 1.0

Micro Pulse Laser RT 1 1 0.5

Improved ATM 3 LA 2 2 1.5

Snub-Nose PPC LA 2 10 6.0

2 Double Heat Sink LA 4 - 2.0

Targeting Computer LT 3 - 3.0

Jump Jet LT 1 - 1.0

Heavy Machine Gun Ammo (300) LT 3 - 3.0

CASE LT 0 - 0.0

Double Heat Sink LT 2 - 1.0

Micro Pulse Laser LT 1 1 0.5

Armored Cowl (Armored) HD 1 - 1.0

Nova Combined Electronic Warfare System HD 1 - 1.5

Direct Neural Interface Cockpit Modification None 0 - 0.0

Improved ATM 3 RA 2 2 1.5

CASE RA 0 - 0.0

2 Double Heat Sink RA 4 - 2.0

Improved Heavy Large Laser RA 3 18 4.0

#battletech #mechwarrior #tactical information #operation touchdown

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mysteriouslypleasantdreamland · 1 year ago

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I saw someone questioning what would happen if caffeine was injected directly into the veins. A story started to form in my mind and after doing some research and with Halloween not too far this came together. Hope you all like it!

The Caffeine Experiment

Melinda sat nervously in the chair, toying with her black curly hair. She hated doing medical things when they had to be done out of necessity as it was, doing it on her free time on a weekend wasn’t any better. If anything it was worse. But she needed the money, sure she made a decent living as a cosmetologist, but they were just getting by, it wasn’t enough to cover mom’s medical bills. This add she came across said they were looking for someone in their 20-30s, over all in good health, and had no issues with caffeine consumption. With the money they offered, she could pay all of mom’s hospital bills and more. Plus this was a legitimate legal way of getting extra money, hard to argue with that.

“Melinda Curtis,” a brunette women in a well dressed suit called from behind the door. Melinda got up and hurried into the office. The women handed Melinda a clipboard and a pen. “Before we can go further I need you to read and sign this. It says you know you’re parts of a Phase One drug trial and that there are risks. The ones listed on here are ones we know about so far. It’s up to you to follow up with your primary care physician and tell them you participated in this study…”the secretary ran on and on about the legal implications of taking part and everything.

“When do I get paid,” Melinda asked. “First the doctor does a basic health assessment. If all goes well, you’ll go through with the test. Once the test is over you can expect a payment sent within three to five business days.” Melinda shifted nervously, this seemed almost too good to be true. “If you don’t meet our requirements, we’ll compensate you for your time and keep you in our file for other studies.” Melinda could sense impatience from the woman, so she grabbed the clipboard and signed in all the necessary places.

Next, Melinda was lead into another room. Half of it was an office, with a nice looking desk and chair with a desktop computer. The other half had an exam table and a tray holding various other medical instruments. Two men were standing in the room wearing nice clothes under white coats. The first one had black hair with flecks of grey and some wrinkles to his face and dark colored eyes. The other man was younger, almost looked something like a model or a potential bodybuilder, with red hair and green eyes. “Thank you Juliette, you may go for the evening,” the older man said. The woman left and soon it was Melinda and the two gentlemen in the room. “Hello. I am Dr. Blackwell,” the older gentleman said. He then gestured towards the younger man.“And this is Dr. Masen. He will be assisting me today.” Dr Masen gave a pleasant smile. “Hello.” “Now if you can just take off your coat and hop up onto the exam table. I want to get started right away.” “No health question?” “I’ll ask as I go along. Dr. Masen will write everything down.” Dr. Masen had a clipboard and pen in hand. With out a second thought Melinda did as she was told.

First it was the usual. Height, weight, any known health problems, family history. The first few minutes were the sound of her talking and the pen writing on paper. Next the doctor took her temperature and pulse at the same time. “Temperature normal, pulse a little fast, but regular. Nervous are we?” Melinda bit down on her lip, feeling a blush creeping across her face. “Don’t fret my dear, you’re doing very well. You’re a very healthy young lady.” Dr. Blackwell started wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm. It’s was a quick squeeze and then released. “Blood pressure within normal range.” The next thing he did was take the stethoscope from around his neck and place the ear pieces before placing the disc to her chest. “Breathe in and out dear.” Melinda did as she was told. He asked her to do the same thing a couple more times as he moves the disc around her back and chest before having it rest at her heart, breathing normally again. He took what seemed like an unusually long time listing. He also moves the disc around, going under her v neck shirt with a look of desire in his eye. Melinda felt her heart start racing the more he was listening. “Is there anything else you needed to know, doctor.” “Yes, how much caffeine do you consume on average?” “About two to three cups a coffee a day.” “Exercise regularly?” “I ride my bike every. It helps save on gas.” “Well everything looks good, you’re just what we’re looking for.” Melinda wanted to jump up and down. She got through the worst part hopefully and now it was easy money. “Thank you so much. So, what happens next, as far as the drug trial I mean.” “Oh you don’t have to do anything my dear, you’re just going to take a nice little nap.” Before Melinda could comprehend anything, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and before she could scream and intense heat spread through out her body. As she collapsed to the floor, she saw Dr. Manson standing over her with a syringe in his hand and a smirk on his face. Soon everything started to go dark and the two voices we’re getting farther and farther away.

The first thing Melinda was aware of when she woke up was that it was cold. She went to try and wrap her arms around herself but she couldn’t. She slowly opened her eyes and saw she was in a dimly lit room. “Oh your finally awake.” She turn over and saw the two doctors from before. They were now wearing black scrubs under white coats and they were standing next to various metal trays. Soon a blinding light came on over head. After blinking a couple times Melinda saw why she couldn’t move, she was strapped down to a table with her arms stretched to the sides. She looked down at herself and saw she was naked except for the pair of panties she was wearing. She tried to move with little effort, she tried to scream but nothing came out. “Don’t waste your breath,” Dr. Blackwell said. “I’ve injected you with something that will keep you silent for the next couple hours at least, and if you do scream no one will hear you, this room is completely sound proof.” The doctors adjusted the trays and various equipment as Melinda continued to squirm and try to break free of the restraints. “Oh calm down dear. Were not going to hurt you. You need to relax or you’ll only make things worse.” Dr. Blackwell put a hand to her cheek which caused more panic to set it. “I guess I should explain. You see, this drug trial you signed up for is not just a caffeine medication. I want to be the first doctor to find a safe way to get caffeine directly into the bloodstream, with little to no side effects.” Soon she felt something clamp onto her index finger. She looked over and saw a machine that gave off numbers. Dr. Masen came over and started placing leads all over her chest and couple other parts of her body and hooking them up to a machine. “I’ll be recording the sounds your lovely heart is making during this experiment. For several uses.” Dr. Masen started wrapping and automated blood pressure cuff around her arm. What uses? Why didn’t they tell her any of this in the first place? Where they going to kill her when they were done.“Don’t fuss my dear. The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish, and the sooner you leave and be paid. Melinda tried desperately to ask questions but with no success. Soon she saw Dr. Blackwell turn on a camera.

“This is Dr.Blackwell . This is the first use of our new caffeine drug on a human subject. One full shot of this drug is equivalent to four cups of coffee. With me is Dr. Masen, top cardiologist and a specialist in biochemistry.” “Thank you Dr. Blackwell. So far the other tests we’ve done have looked promising. As you’ve said we’re now ready to move on to use in a human subject. Here we have a female, late 20s, average height and weight. Overall good health, generally consumes a fair amount of caffeine.” Melinda got more and more scared. She saw him go to pick something up. She closed her eyes not wanting to see what was going to happen to her. The next thing she felt was an ice cold feeling on her left breast and heard a fast thudding through out the room.

Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a-Thump-a

It took a moment for Melinda to realize that sound was that of her own heart beating. The sound matched the pounding she was feeling in her chest. She opened her eyes and saw a microphone with a stethoscope piece attached had been tapped over her left breast, bouncing up and down with each beat. The blood pressure cuff tightened for a moment and then released. “Heart rate and blood pressure elevated.” Dr. Masen started writing down on a clip board. Dr. Blackwell came up and typed a rubber band around her left arm, then started tapping the inside of it.Next he open up a sanitizer wipe. Melinda was terrified of needles. Just the smell of the rubbing alcohol made her heart go even faster. “Don’t like needles do we,” Dr. Blackwell asked before he chuckled. “Don’t fret my dear. It’ll only hurt a moment.” Before she could blink he inserted the needle, shock went through her body and tried desperately to scream only to open her mouth and have nothing come out. The sound her heart was making was almost unexplainable. The way it echoed in the room one might think it was trying to escape from her chest. “There, there.” Dr. Masen came along side her and started stroking her hair. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. We’ll give you oxygen if needed and if worst case scenario your heart stops or goes out of rhythm we have a defibrillator to shock it back.” Melinda felt horror through out her body. Maybe she should’ve read the fine print before she signed that contract. Then again they probably weren’t counting on that and that’s how she ended up in this mess. Soon an IV was set up and a saline solution was going through. “Starting with 10cc of caffeine supplement.” Dr. Blackwell stated. There was a stinking sensation as the caffeine went into Melinda’s IV. For a second, she didn’t feel anything. Then she felt her chest get tighter, and her heart started to beat faster if that were even possible.

ThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpaThumpa

Soon she started panting. It almost felt as if she run a full marathon without stopping. “Vitals above normal range. No signs of serious or dangerous effects.” Dr. Blackwell stated as Dr. Masen wrote on a clipboard. After a minute or two, the feeling went away and Melinda relaxed. “Injecting 20 ccs of caffeine supplement.” Soon everything started all over again, only a little more intense ear and lasted a little bit longer. After what felt like a sprint up hill, Melinda felt her body relax a little. “Vitals still elevated but still in good range. This is where it gets dangerous because now the higher we go, the more we increase the chance of sending the test subjects heart into an irregular rhythm or stopping it altogether.”

To be continued…

#cardiophilia #cardiophile story #caffeine #medical whump #medical experimentation #I suck at math btw

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pippin-katz · 11 months ago

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Like A Love Song

Pairing: M/M | Crossover Ship - Marco Peña/Johnnie Blackwell Media: The Kissing Booth 2 (2020), High Strung (2016) Rating: T (for language) Word Count: 2,098

Marco is having a shitty day and goes to the park with his guitar to relax, but ends up having an interesting interaction with the attractive violinist who plays at the same spot.

A/N: I literally wrote this in a fit of inspiration and need for a romcom short story, but it came out pretty nice, so I thought I'd share here! Enjoy!

As the subway slowed to a stop, Marco lifted his wrist up to read his watch. He read 1:26 and heaved out a heavy sigh as he stepped off the subway car onto the platform. His guitar bounced against his back as he made his way up the stairs. The breeze greeted him by playing with the dark curls resting on his forehead, but the sun was nowhere to be found. It seems that it was aware of Marco’s melancholy mood and opted to spend the day behind the clouds in solidarity.

His day had been unpleasant since he woke up twenty minutes late that morning. In his haste to catch the bus to campus and make it to class on time, he hadn’t been able to brew himself a cup of coffee and forgot to put his laptop back into his bag after studying the night before. He ended up being forced to take notes by hand, leaving it cramping and sore afterwards, as well as giving him a wicked headache. Such pain had been a hindrance to practicing for his thesis performance in the following class.

Music and migraines don’t mix well. After only an hour, his professor had noticed his lack of progress and given him a pitying look. Marco couldn’t remember the last time he felt so embarrassed as they suggested he take the rest of the day off.

He had taken the advice, intending to purchase lunch from his favorite food court restaurant, only to discover that it was closed for some reason. He’d settled for a lackluster protein bar from the vending machine.

That’s what led up to where he was now, begrudgingly exiting the subway station. As silly as it was, all the obstacles and inconveniences caused a lump to form in his throat and heat to prickle behind his eyes. Marco was disappointed, exhausted, and hungry, and all he wanted to do was relax, even if it was only for a few hours.

Despite the lack of sun, it was pleasant outside. The subway station he’d gotten off at was next to a park that he often visited when he needed fresh air. Sometimes he brought his guitar with him and played whatever he wanted, not caring about anything, and letting the music take him wherever it led. If he was lucky, occasionally someone would drop some change or bills into his open guitar case. He didn’t play for tips but being a college student with a major in music, he never turned them down. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience.

There was only one problem: Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy.

He was exactly what he sounded like. He was tall and pale, with dark hair that swooped down to fall just barely over his eyes. His lips were full and looked absurdly soft. He always wore casual alternative clothing that was typically topped off with the leather jacket his nickname implied. The final piece was, of course, the aforementioned violin. It was a dark brown that looked nearly black, and though Marco was certainly no violin expert, he could tell it was one of high quality; it was definitely not bought from an everyday music store. He was good, really good. The sound that came from it was richer than any other he’d heard. Every note seemed to sing with emotion.

Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy was stunning, incredibly skilled, and Marco fucking hated him. Well… sort of.

There was no logical reason for it. Despite making eye contact a few times, they’d never spoken to each other. It wasn’t as though Violin Guy had done anything to warrant his hatred. All he did was stand in the same spot every day, look unfairly beautiful, and play the violin. Maybe that was all he needed to do for Marco to dislike him; maybe if he stopped and thought about it for a few minutes, he’d be able to chalk it up to projecting his own insecurities onto the handsome stranger.

However, on this particularly shitty day, he couldn’t care less. Marco was not someone who asked for much. He didn’t find himself asking some divine power for favors regularly, but today all he wanted was for Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy to not be at the park.

Luck was not on his side, as should have been evident to him from the events of the day leading up into this moment. Marco trudged along the sidewalk to his favorite spot in the park; it was a coincidence that it was the same place Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy played. There was a small fountain with tables around it. The concrete turned into pretty tiles, making it look like a little plaza. It was by far the best part of the park in his opinion, and he wasn’t going to let some brooding violinist with a pretty face ruin that for him.

That was his thought process as he approached the fountain. The soft sound of running water was accompanied by the telltale notes of the violin, allowing him to hear the other man’s presence before he could see him. Marco rounded the fountain and was greeted with the visual of the violinist; he pointedly refused to acknowledge if his heart sped up.

As usual, Violin Guy was wearing some ripped black jeans, a band t-shirt, and his signature leather jacket. His eyes were closed as he let his bow glide across the strings, and there was a barely noticeable sway in his body as he played.

Marco recognized another musician with true passion for their craft easily, which only made him more annoyed. It was harder to justify his distaste for the guy when he shared a musical soul. He sighed as he shook his head and wandered over to sit under a tree.

Marco’s hands were still a bit sore from class that morning, but it wasn’t unbearable, and he wasn’t planning to play anything difficult. He methodically removed his guitar from his back and set the case down in front of himself. He moved slowly as he unzipped it, retrieving the instrument.

The guitar’s wood was familiar and smooth under his fingertips. Its cool surface was soothing. He plucked a few notes experimentally, adjusting the tightness of the strings to find the perfect pitches. Once everything was properly tuned and prepared, Marco closed his eyes and exhaled.

Stress and anxiety had been clinging to him all day like a soaking wet blanket, weighing him down and sticking to him uncomfortably, but when he focused on the cool breeze on his skin and the sounds of nature around him, it slowly melted away. His fingers moved on their own as he strummed and plucked whatever notes called to him. He let his melancholy mood move his music rather than forced himself to play something more upbeat; fighting negative emotion was a waste of time. The improvised melody reflected his mental state perfectly.

Marco sighed as he paused at the end of a phrase, feeling as blue as the cloudy sky overhead. It really had not been a good day.

That’s when he heard the melody echoing back to him through the voice of the violin a few feet away. Marco looked up from his seat on the grass, eyes landing on the Violin Guy, who was standing a little closer than he had been before.

Instinctively, Marco scowled. What? Did this guy think he was better than him? Was he playing the same tune just to demonstrate how much lovelier it sounded when he played it?

As Violin Guy played, he glanced his way, making deliberate eye contact. Marco felt himself freeze under his gaze, unable to look away as he listened to solemn notes come from the other man’s instrument. He captured the same sadness that Marco had originally played with, but then he added to the tune. When he listened very closely, he could hear an almost questioning tone underlying some of the notes.

The man met his gaze again as he paused, his expression neutral but eyes expectant. Tingles ran up and down his spine; it was a question. Marco looked down at the guitar in his hands. He debated for a moment. For some reason, Violin Guy had noticed his negative mood and chose to approach him, speaking a musical language that only they understood. Marco didn’t know why he was doing this, but he would be lying if he wasn’t curious about the man. This was his opportunity. He poised his fingers to answer.

He licked his lips as he concentrated, plucking out a slightly different melody. His disappointment and exhaustion bled into the music. Marco closed his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as he felt it all flow through the guitar. When he finished the phrase, he turned his head toward the violinist.

Violin Guy gave him a tiny nod, so small that Marco wasn’t sure if it was a nod at all. Then he raised his bow to the strings once more and spoke back. A series of notes floated through the air. They were soft, maintaining a somewhat melancholy feeling, but there was a twist in them. It was something hopeful and kind that made Marco’s chest expand and his eyes grow hot. Against all odds, his lips quirked up just a little bit as he listened to the sweet sound of the violin.

He met the man’s eyes again, his own widening as he received a small smile in return; he didn’t think he had ever seen Violin Guy smile before. He nodded down to the guitar as he continued to play, the tune becoming more hopeful as he continued. It was an invitation.

Marco felt his throat close up as his cheeks warmed, but despite the nerves, he began to play along. He was hesitant at first, but the two instruments blended beautifully as they performed their impromptu duet. There was so much feeling and personality in each sound, but somehow, they came together in just the right ways to create a masterful melody. Marco’s lips grew into a true smile as the frustrations of the day left his mind. His playing grew livelier, brighter, and by the time they finished their little song, he couldn’t even remember why he was so upset to begin with.

He beamed at the violinist as he lowered his guitar back into his lap, and the other man looked down bashfully, nervously tapping his thigh with his bow. Then he straightened his posture and stuck his chin out a bit. He made eye contact with Marco and walked directly up to him without pausing.

Marco’s eyes widened as he was offered a hand. Uncertainly, he tried to meet him in a handshake, but the violinist grabbed his wrist instead, making him gasp. He tucked his violin under his arm and fished into the pocket of his leather jacket. Marco found himself unable to speak as he pulled out a pen. He opened it with his teeth and quickly scribbled onto his skin.

When he finished, he released Marco’s hand and cleared his throat. His pale cheeks had grown quite red. He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. He closed it, and instead nodded to him before turning to walk away, pretending as though he was unbothered when the opposite was obvious. Marco blinked rapidly, frozen for a moment. His skin still tingled from the other man’s touch. He looked down at the writing, his heart leaping as he recognized a phone number.

There was also a note underneath the digits. His cheeks flushed with heat as he grinned shyly to himself. The man had written: “I hear music when you smile. – Johnnie”

Marco looked up to see the violinist, Johnnie, with his violin packed away and posed to leave. He rubbed the back of his neck, figure tense as he kept glancing between him and the ground. Marco flashed him his most dazzling smile, and the tension in his shoulders disappeared as relief washed over his expression. He raised his hand to give him a small wave as he began to walk away. Marco returned it enthusiastically and watched with his grin still in place as he left.

Once Johnnie was gone, he ghosted his fingertips over the ink on his wrist. He pulled out his phone and created a new contact with the number. Marco inputted his name but tapped to add a note. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he typed: Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy <3

#fanfic #crossover ship #marco peña x johnnie blackwell #the kissing booth 2 #marco peña #taylor zakhar perez #high strung #johnnie blackwell #nicholas galitzine

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tobytheeggo · 6 months ago

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Interests post since idk how to do a proper introduction and idk what else to do with myself

Anything highlighted in gold is something I REALLY like and/or know a lot about, green is stuff I know little about but like the concept

All is under the cut‼️

Movies & Shows

John wick franchise

Madoka Magica (I know the main lore, not all the games or prologue/sequel mangas, etc.)

The Killers Game

American Psycho

Back to the future

Dexter (Showtime) [Finished!]

Fight Club

Boy kills world

Bullet Train

The Matrix

Bill and Ted

Lucifer (Netflix/FOX)

Ghosts (CBS)

Bojack Horseman

The Umbrella Academy

A select few of Riccardo Scamarcio / Marko Zaror movies (ask)

Smiling friends

Comics/indie media

Scott Pilgrim

Eddsworld

Lackadaisy

Games (majority of these are green just because I’m only playing it, I’m never that invested 😭)

Guilty Gear: Strive (I just play the game idk much lore)

Team Fortress 2

Pokémon

Night in the Woods

Five nights at Freddy’s

YouTubers

Rogurt

Quenlin Blackwell

Coryxkenshin (where are you king 😞)

Chad Chad

Film Cooper

Sinjin drowning

Courtreezy

Rebal D

Musicals

Be More Chill

Some like it Hot

Newsies

Little shop of horrors

Hadestown

The Great Gatsby

BTTF: the musical ofc

Charlie and the chocolate factory (Broadway)

Hatchetfield trilogy

VHS Christmas Carols

Spies Are Forever

Anything else StarKid (selective)

Literally just ask I know too many

#I’m not tagging all of these #interests #interests post

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droughtofapathy · 7 months ago

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"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Follies in Concert

FOLLIES FOLLIES FOLLIES. THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY YEAR. THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY LIFE(?)

Last night, Carnegie Hall was New York's hottest gay club as every one of us turned up to weep over Sondheim's breathtaking score, played by a divine 30-piece orchestra. Fifty Broadway actors shared the roles and songs of this wonderful show, culminating in a lineup straight out of our wildest dreams.

Though we were robbed of a Donna Murphy triumph with "Could I Leave You?" due to filming schedule changes, we received the impromptu comedy show of the year as Beth Leavel grappled with a broken mic stand and brought the house down anyway.

Kate Baldwin as another eleventh-hour addition proved to be the best moment of the night. Her "Losing My Mind" will go down in history as one of the most divine we will ever hear. Not since Marin Mazzie has a theatre been so rapt, so silent, so in awe. She's always struck me as a Phyllis, but now proves she has the range.

Jennifer Holliday does what she wants, and what she wants was a smooth and seductive "I'm Still Here" full of gravitas even as she meandered far from the written notes and rhythms. She turned a five-minute showstopper into a nine-minute showstopper complete with a standing ovation to open up act two.

Karen Ziemba led six of our finest dancing Broads over sixty (or even seventy)(Mamie Duncan-Gibbs, Ruth Gottschall, JoaAnn M. Hunter, Dana Moore, Michele Pawk, and Margo Sappington) in a "Who's That Woman" original choreography to a standing ovation.

So many thrilling performances, one after the other. I am deeply in love with Barbara Walsh now, and it's honestly a crime she and Carolee Carmello were so underutilized by only having "Waiting for the Girls Upstairs" (Phyllis and Sally don't get much singing in that number, and it's a tragedy). I need to seriously contemplate the Barbara-Phyllis/Carolee-Sally dynamic immediately.

I am now dead. I have ascended. I will never come back to earth again. But the final tributes broke me. The reveal that Sondheim said in a private zoom reunion that Follies was his very favorite original score. The late Harvey Evans' epitaph. Original cast member Kurt Peterson ending the concert with "hey up there, way up there, what'd'ya say up there..." All of it underscored by Sondheim's brilliant work. I am in tears all over again.

Verdict: My Soul Transcended Space and Time

A Note on Ratings

Full set list below cut:

Opening Weissmann Monologue: Hal Linden Beautiful Girls: Christian Mark Gibbs Don't Look at Me: Katie Finneran and Marc Kudisch Waiting for the Girls Upstairs: Thom Sesma, Stephen Bogardus, Barbara Walsh, Carolee Carmello, Grey Henson, Ryan McCartan, Julie Benko, Hannah Elless Rain on the Roof: Klea Blackhurst and Jim Caruso Ah, Paris: Isabel Keating Broadway Baby: Adriane Lenox The Road You Didn't Take: Alexander Gemignani In Buddy's Eyes: Christine Ebersole Who's that Woman?: Karen Ziemba with Mamie Duncan-Gibbs, Ruth Gottschall, JoaAnn M. Hunter, Dana Moore, Michele Pawk, and Margo Sappington I'm Still Here: Jennifer Holliday Too Many Mornings: Norm Lewis and Nikki Renee Daniels The Right Girls: Michael Berresse One More Kiss: Harolyn Blackwell and Mikaela Bennett Could I Leave You?: Beth Leavel Loveland: Chorus You're Gonna Love Tomorrow/Love Will See Us Through: Fernell Hogan, Olivia Elease Hardy, Nina White, Miguel Gil Buddy's Blues: Santino Fontana with Lauren Blackman and Sarah King Losing My Mind: Kate Baldwin The Story of Lucy and Jessie: Alexandra Billings Live, Laugh, Love: Kurt Peterson (ft. John McMartin's original cane)

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