【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
♛ The above muses are the ones I currently feel the most confident in and/or am currently voicetesting. You can also consult my muse list and request one of my other muses, although depending on the character I may be either slower or just not feeling it. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! Some possible memes/AUs to exploit for prompts or general ideas are the Random Scenario Meme, Scenario Generator, Caught in the Rain Meme, Jamjar Meme, Shared Dreaming, Body Heat Meme, Train to the Afterlife, Pokemon AU, Harry Potter AU or Talent Development Plan AU for Dangan Ronpa characters. ♛I'm open to many scenarios. The main exceptions are that I don't play smut (nsfw elements are still fine in threads with characters other than Steven), and I prefer to avoid threads that are at extremes of being dark/depressing/violent. ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
The office door closed, muting the sound of ringing phones and brusque chatter. What remained was the smell of very strong coffee in a cup that no longer steamed and the creak of leather as the district chief eased himself into his chair. Chun-Li sat opposite the man, legs crossed, hands folded neatly just above the knee of her crisp grey pencil skirt. He leafed through her file and she remained silent, taking a moment to study him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, though those shoulders had slumped with middle-age. His dark hands looked strong and weathered, and he gave off the sense that he had spent more than his fair share of years working the field instead of piloting paperwork. She resisted the urge to crane her neck and guess which line of which form he was perusing as he made small grunts and hums before flipping to the next page. The second hand of the hanging wall clock ticked silently by.
When he finished he leaned back, removing his spectacles to regard the Chinese transfer officer seated politely before him. "So you're ditching Interpol to become a New York beat cop. Decrease in pay, privileges, and health insurance. Given your credentials and experience, I'd say you're overqualified, but demand is higher than supply, and I'd be a damned fool to throw you back on the street. But the math doesn't add up, and you and I both know it. Care to explain, Miss Li?"
'Li' wasn't her last name, just a second syllable of her given name. She didn't see fit to correct him. "Experience, sir, and an interest in American culture."
"Culture. Hah. You speak English so fluently I'd think you were a native if your records didn't say otherwise. And you've got four other languages to boot?"
"Five sir. Latin isn't highly coveted enough to be marketable."
His cheeks fluttered with a quiet whuff of amusement as he folded his spectacles and dropped them onto the desk, freeing his hands to bring them together beneath his chin. "Well, that's what your application letter claimed. But what's the real reason you're here, Miss Li? Off the record."
Chun-Li hesitated. She had to choose her words carefully, for if her personal interest was deemed too strong, she would be denied any involvement with the case. At the same time, she had no desire to tell a blatant lie, even off the record. If any shred of falsehood were to be exposed, she could lose all her resources and blow the biggest chance she had of tracking down Bison. "...I'd like to pursue a case I believe may be related to the work I was doing with Interpol. I have strong reason to believe that a criminal organization may have chosen New York to establish a base of operations."
"And by criminal organization, you mean Shadaloo."
He'd done his research. Chun-Li inclined her head, continuing. "Where Shadaloo appears, people disappear. It is my intention to not only prevent this from happening, but to discover why it's happening. Reports of missing technology shipments would indicate that this isn't a simple matter of human trafficking."
"'Simple?'" His heavy brow descended, and Chun-Li realized her error. She held up a hand.
"I mean to say that it's more involved than the most common method of kidnapping and selling people for profit. There may be some manner of modification or alteration involved that makes the matter more nefarious than it already is," she explained.
He grunted, apparently appeased that she wasn't taking the matter lightly. "What kind of modifications?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Bullshit."
"...I...beg your pardon?"
He leaned forward. "Bullshit. You already know what they're doing, don't you?"
Chun-Li felt her palms begin to sweat, and it was an effort not to rub them on her skirt. "I only have theories; I lack substantial evidence," she hedged, watching his face cautiously.
"Mmmmm hmmmmm." He hummed, leaning back in his chair once more and spinning it a quarter turn. "That's right. You think they're being brainwashed."
Damn! How had he heard about that? A flush rose hotly to her face and she bit back a sigh. "Are we still off the record?"
"We are."
"I do."
Again he chuffed a single laugh. "Well lucky for you, we've seen some pretty weird shit around here. Your theory might not be as far-fetched as you think."
Weird shit? Chun-Li blinked. "Sir?"
"I'm talking lizard guys, big-toothed aliens munching on people's heads, mad scientists with metal arms sticking out of their backs. We even got some spider guy running around." A smile slowly spread across his face as he watched puzzlement spread across hers. "You been so nose deep in this Shadaloo business you didn't bother checking out our own local freak show, did you?"
"N...no," she admitted, which earned a sharp bark of laughter.
"Well you'll see for yourself soon enough. I'm assigning you to assist Detective Wallace. Now don't go thinking your background in Interpol is going to help you hop over any hurdles and get you a rank you ain't earned yet. You're starting off as a rookie, same as anyone else in this precinct, understood?"
A burst of excitement began to swell in her chest. She'd been accepted...! "Yes, sir, understood." That seemed fair, and she wasn't out to elevate her credentials in the first place.
"All right," he nodded, rising from his chair, after which she quickly moved to do the same. Her first instinct was to bow, but when he offered his meaty hand, she quickly converted to the western mannerism and shook his palm with a firm grip. "Welcome to the force, Li."
"Thank you, sir. I'll serve with honor and pride."
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"So you got a uniform and a badge before you even picked out an apartment? You're crazy."
Chun-Li shrugged with a smile. Wallace was a thin man, with an equally thin blonde moustache tracing his lip that she almost couldn't see. He was pleasant and talkative, and surprisingly friendly. When she commented on this, he laughed and said not to expect that as the norm: he grew up in Vermont. "I'll go hunting on Tuesday. There was a mix-up with my belongings, they won't get here for another week."
"You need a place to stay?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows as he sipped from his thermos. "I can talk to Betsy, she probably won't mind subletting the couch."
"I'm fine," she reassured him with a grin, touched that he would make that kind of offer to a brand new partner. "I've got a motel room for now. It's colorful!"
"Colorful. Right." Wallace shook his head. "If you weren't a cop, I'd worry about you. Hell, I'm-- Oh shit, I think we got something."
Chun-Li's smile dropped as she snapped her head around, peering through the windshield at the alleyway across the street. Sure enough, someone had stopped at the side door of the old brick building, registered in the books as a storage facility but long since abandoned. Long blonde hair, braided. A woman? No...the build was wrong. He looked like he was holding something in his trenchcoat, but she couldn't tell what.
"Look familiar?" Wallace asked, not moving his gaze.
"I don't know. Maybe." The description matched one of the head Shadaloo operatives, but she couldn't see his face. "Could be Vega, but he's supposed to be in Spain."
"Turn around, buddy, let's see your face..."
Someone in a dirty coat with unkempt gray hair was shuffling toward the man at the door, a grime-smeared hand outstretched. The blond man wasn't responding.
"Who's that?" Chun-Li asked. "Undercover cop?"
"None I know of," Wallace replied. The man continued to make demands that Chun-Li couldn't hear, until finally the man with the braid turned to regard him with a look of utter disgust, driving his fist into the homeless person's gut. He crumpled. "Ooh, that's harsh."
Chun-Li's face went pale. "He's been stabbed. That's definitely Vega!" She seized the CB, insisting on medical response, while Wallace wrestled off his seatbelt.
Vega was looking right at them. He smiled. He bowed, revealing a three-pronged claw fitted on his hand that dripped scarlet.
"Hands up!" Wallace was out of the car, pistol cradled in both hands as he pointed it at Vega. The Spaniard flipped backwards before leaping to catch a window ledge, nimbly hauling his muscular body upward and upward until he vaulted through one of the building's open windows. "Come on, rookie! We're not letting him get away."
She followed close behind him, drawing her own gun. The two stopped next to the stabbed man, but he wasn't moving or making a sound. Vega had not only stabbed him, he'd also twisted his hand while the blades were inside his guts, shredding his innards with ruthless cruelty. The man was dead.
It was a struggle to keep her anger in check. Wallace was wrong -- Vega wasn't trying to escape. He'd done this deliberately to lure them into a chase. For what purpose, though?
Wallace was grumbling under his breath, taking a moment to study the building's windows and doors while waiting for Chun-Li to rejoin him. "I don't trust this," she muttered to him. "It might be a trap." In fact, she was sure of it. "Can we call for back-up?"
"Yeah, but we can't wait for them before making a move, you saw the way that guy moved. Every window in this place might as well be a wide open door." He grit his teeth, obviously disliking the situation as much as she did. "Let's nail this bastard."
She smiled, nodding once before they approached the building. Wallace went first, sweeping the area with his gun before signaling that it was clear to Chun-Li. The interior of the building reeked of human urine, mold, and dust, but neither officer flinched. The space was wide and empty save for a few support columns and small piles of assorted trash. It took a few moments for their eyes to adjust to notice that there were two flights of stairs on opposite sides.
"...Split up," Wallace decided. "You take the north stairs, I'll take the south. We'll meet up on the second floor. You see him, you call me. Vice versa. Don't tackle this guy alone, understand?"
"Yes, sir," she nodded once, and the two hurried away.
Chun-Li moved as silently as she could once she neared the second floor landing. It was dark, save for what little light leaked in through the building's windows. The yellow paint on the walls was cracked and flaked, the ceiling tiles stained and bulging in places where water had leaked through the pipes. Vega was likely up near the roof, but that was no excuse to get sloppy and careless. He could have easily chosen a higher window only to sneak down to this floor to lie in wait. She exhaled slowly, quietly, keeping her ears tuned toward the smallest sounds.
Over the past few months, Peter had been readjusting to once again being the one and only Spider-Man. This came with trying to get his life together, to limited success. He managed to reconnect with Mary Jane; ultimately, things did not work out, although this time their parting was more amicable. And he had been trying to get back in shape, though he wasn't quite all the way there. But there was no better way to exercise than hitting the streets and looking for criminals to tangle with.
He had been idly webslinging from building to building, as he had no leads to follow at the moment. His rogues gallery was quiet for the time being. Eventually, his spider senses went off as he neared one abandoned storage facility. Looking down, he spotted someone lying on the ground. That certainly looked concerning! So he swung down to land right beside the fallen man. He leaned over him, and his stomach was practically twisting as he beheld that stab wound. Not only was this man dead, but this was no ordinary killing. There's no time to spend mourning the stranger; Peter shot up to his feet and looked around to examine the circumstances. He had fallen right outside that storage facility, which looked like a prime hiding spot for danger... and no effort had been made to hide the body, so the killer must have been in a hurry. Maybe he could still catch him.
The front door might have been right there, but that was not Spider-Man's style. Rather, he quickly crawled his way up the wall towards one of those windows. There's nothing he could admire more than a nice, big, open window! He crawled right in through one and then up along the ceiling, while trying to get a good luck at everything happening below. And especially for any signs of their enemy...
Chun-Li edged along the wall, her dark eyes flitting back and forth down the hallways for signs of movement. Each step was careful and cautious as she shifted her weight, not wanting to make any sound. She was tense, but not afraid; the last thing she wanted to do was fire a panic shot and hit her partner given that he was sweeping this floor too.
In the large space up ahead, a shadow flickered across the floor -- a slender male silhouette in the window, crouched, obviously agile given his flexibility and stance. It sure looked like Vega if he'd ditched the coat, and he probably had so he could move through the facility more easily and silently. Chun-Li held her breath and raised her gun, her pulse elevating. Finally! She'd been after this guy for years now, the assassin was as slippery as he was cruel. ...Aaaand he was moving upward? Probably looking for an ambush spot in the rafters. Best to get him now than wait for him to drop on her, she thought.
Back pressed against the wall, she released her breath slowly. Then she snapped out, gun gripped in both hands pointed at the ceiling at the colorful...red and blue...guy? Spandex, but no claw. Not Vega. And he was clinging to the ceiling with just his hands and feet!
Was this the spider guy the chief told her about?
"Freeze!" she ordered with a sharp command. "Drop, hands up!"
Spider-Man made his way carefully along the ceiling as easily as crawling along the floor. But he did not get much of a chance to figure out his surroundings when his spider sense flashed - and almost instantly he heard a woman calling out to him. Looking towards her, he finds himself looking right at the gun in her hands. He does drop to his feet and raises his hands in the air - but he does so while standing on the ceiling.
"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down!" He calls back to her without moving from his current position. He wonders - is this woman with the police, or the murderer? Until he knows for sure, he's hesitant to make any moves. He doesn't want to put himself at an enemy's mercy, or end up fighting an officer. But at least his spider sense could help him to avoid any potential bullets.
"Can't a guy go for a nice stroll on the ceiling in peace around here?" he quips.
"I don't know Taryn, Scott might have a serious hangup on Jean but she's too busy mooning over Duncan. You should totally ask him out and show he means more to you than Ms Perfect, that's what I'd do anyway."
Risty Wilde shrugged, finishing the last of her fruit cup as Taryn's gaggle of friends nodded enthusiastically and began to chime in with similar sentiments. Such an easy thought to plant, albeit one with little chance of actually succeeding but if it strained some of the connections that bound Xavier's students together perhaps it might yet pay off in future.
In the meantime Risty didn't particularly want to hang around these morons and seeing a familiar face gave her the opportunity she needed to escape. "Gotta go, see you later in chemistry." Getting up she made a beeline toward a certain German student, intent on killing two birds with one stone.
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When he finished he leaned back, removing his spectacles to regard the Chinese transfer officer seated politely before him. "So you're ditching Interpol to become a New York beat cop. Decrease in pay, privileges, and health insurance. Given your credentials and experience, I'd say you're overqualified, but demand is higher than supply, and I'd be a damned fool to throw you back on the street. But the math doesn't add up, and you and I both know it. Care to explain, Miss Li?"
'Li' wasn't her last name, just a second syllable of her given name. She didn't see fit to correct him. "Experience, sir, and an interest in American culture."
"Culture. Hah. You speak English so fluently I'd think you were a native if your records didn't say otherwise. And you've got four other languages to boot?"
"Five sir. Latin isn't highly coveted enough to be marketable."
His cheeks fluttered with a quiet whuff of amusement as he folded his spectacles and dropped them onto the desk, freeing his hands to bring them together beneath his chin. "Well, that's what your application letter claimed. But what's the real reason you're here, Miss Li? Off the record."
Chun-Li hesitated. She had to choose her words carefully, for if her personal interest was deemed too strong, she would be denied any involvement with the case. At the same time, she had no desire to tell a blatant lie, even off the record. If any shred of falsehood were to be exposed, she could lose all her resources and blow the biggest chance she had of tracking down Bison. "...I'd like to pursue a case I believe may be related to the work I was doing with Interpol. I have strong reason to believe that a criminal organization may have chosen New York to establish a base of operations."
"And by criminal organization, you mean Shadaloo."
He'd done his research. Chun-Li inclined her head, continuing. "Where Shadaloo appears, people disappear. It is my intention to not only prevent this from happening, but to discover why it's happening. Reports of missing technology shipments would indicate that this isn't a simple matter of human trafficking."
"'Simple?'" His heavy brow descended, and Chun-Li realized her error. She held up a hand.
"I mean to say that it's more involved than the most common method of kidnapping and selling people for profit. There may be some manner of modification or alteration involved that makes the matter more nefarious than it already is," she explained.
He grunted, apparently appeased that she wasn't taking the matter lightly. "What kind of modifications?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Bullshit."
"...I...beg your pardon?"
He leaned forward. "Bullshit. You already know what they're doing, don't you?"
Chun-Li felt her palms begin to sweat, and it was an effort not to rub them on her skirt. "I only have theories; I lack substantial evidence," she hedged, watching his face cautiously.
"Mmmmm hmmmmm." He hummed, leaning back in his chair once more and spinning it a quarter turn. "That's right. You think they're being brainwashed."
Damn! How had he heard about that? A flush rose hotly to her face and she bit back a sigh. "Are we still off the record?"
"We are."
"I do."
Again he chuffed a single laugh. "Well lucky for you, we've seen some pretty weird shit around here. Your theory might not be as far-fetched as you think."
Weird shit? Chun-Li blinked. "Sir?"
"I'm talking lizard guys, big-toothed aliens munching on people's heads, mad scientists with metal arms sticking out of their backs. We even got some spider guy running around." A smile slowly spread across his face as he watched puzzlement spread across hers. "You been so nose deep in this Shadaloo business you didn't bother checking out our own local freak show, did you?"
"N...no," she admitted, which earned a sharp bark of laughter.
"Well you'll see for yourself soon enough. I'm assigning you to assist Detective Wallace. Now don't go thinking your background in Interpol is going to help you hop over any hurdles and get you a rank you ain't earned yet. You're starting off as a rookie, same as anyone else in this precinct, understood?"
A burst of excitement began to swell in her chest. She'd been accepted...! "Yes, sir, understood." That seemed fair, and she wasn't out to elevate her credentials in the first place.
"All right," he nodded, rising from his chair, after which she quickly moved to do the same. Her first instinct was to bow, but when he offered his meaty hand, she quickly converted to the western mannerism and shook his palm with a firm grip. "Welcome to the force, Li."
"Thank you, sir. I'll serve with honor and pride."
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"So you got a uniform and a badge before you even picked out an apartment? You're crazy."
Chun-Li shrugged with a smile. Wallace was a thin man, with an equally thin blonde moustache tracing his lip that she almost couldn't see. He was pleasant and talkative, and surprisingly friendly. When she commented on this, he laughed and said not to expect that as the norm: he grew up in Vermont. "I'll go hunting on Tuesday. There was a mix-up with my belongings, they won't get here for another week."
"You need a place to stay?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows as he sipped from his thermos. "I can talk to Betsy, she probably won't mind subletting the couch."
"I'm fine," she reassured him with a grin, touched that he would make that kind of offer to a brand new partner. "I've got a motel room for now. It's colorful!"
"Colorful. Right." Wallace shook his head. "If you weren't a cop, I'd worry about you. Hell, I'm-- Oh shit, I think we got something."
Chun-Li's smile dropped as she snapped her head around, peering through the windshield at the alleyway across the street. Sure enough, someone had stopped at the side door of the old brick building, registered in the books as a storage facility but long since abandoned. Long blonde hair, braided. A woman? No...the build was wrong. He looked like he was holding something in his trenchcoat, but she couldn't tell what.
"Look familiar?" Wallace asked, not moving his gaze.
"I don't know. Maybe." The description matched one of the head Shadaloo operatives, but she couldn't see his face. "Could be Vega, but he's supposed to be in Spain."
"Turn around, buddy, let's see your face..."
Someone in a dirty coat with unkempt gray hair was shuffling toward the man at the door, a grime-smeared hand outstretched. The blond man wasn't responding.
"Who's that?" Chun-Li asked. "Undercover cop?"
"None I know of," Wallace replied. The man continued to make demands that Chun-Li couldn't hear, until finally the man with the braid turned to regard him with a look of utter disgust, driving his fist into the homeless person's gut. He crumpled. "Ooh, that's harsh."
Chun-Li's face went pale. "He's been stabbed. That's definitely Vega!" She seized the CB, insisting on medical response, while Wallace wrestled off his seatbelt.
Vega was looking right at them. He smiled. He bowed, revealing a three-pronged claw fitted on his hand that dripped scarlet.
"Hands up!" Wallace was out of the car, pistol cradled in both hands as he pointed it at Vega. The Spaniard flipped backwards before leaping to catch a window ledge, nimbly hauling his muscular body upward and upward until he vaulted through one of the building's open windows. "Come on, rookie! We're not letting him get away."
She followed close behind him, drawing her own gun. The two stopped next to the stabbed man, but he wasn't moving or making a sound. Vega had not only stabbed him, he'd also twisted his hand while the blades were inside his guts, shredding his innards with ruthless cruelty. The man was dead.
It was a struggle to keep her anger in check. Wallace was wrong -- Vega wasn't trying to escape. He'd done this deliberately to lure them into a chase. For what purpose, though?
Wallace was grumbling under his breath, taking a moment to study the building's windows and doors while waiting for Chun-Li to rejoin him. "I don't trust this," she muttered to him. "It might be a trap." In fact, she was sure of it. "Can we call for back-up?"
"Yeah, but we can't wait for them before making a move, you saw the way that guy moved. Every window in this place might as well be a wide open door." He grit his teeth, obviously disliking the situation as much as she did. "Let's nail this bastard."
She smiled, nodding once before they approached the building. Wallace went first, sweeping the area with his gun before signaling that it was clear to Chun-Li. The interior of the building reeked of human urine, mold, and dust, but neither officer flinched. The space was wide and empty save for a few support columns and small piles of assorted trash. It took a few moments for their eyes to adjust to notice that there were two flights of stairs on opposite sides.
"...Split up," Wallace decided. "You take the north stairs, I'll take the south. We'll meet up on the second floor. You see him, you call me. Vice versa. Don't tackle this guy alone, understand?"
"Yes, sir," she nodded once, and the two hurried away.
Chun-Li moved as silently as she could once she neared the second floor landing. It was dark, save for what little light leaked in through the building's windows. The yellow paint on the walls was cracked and flaked, the ceiling tiles stained and bulging in places where water had leaked through the pipes. Vega was likely up near the roof, but that was no excuse to get sloppy and careless. He could have easily chosen a higher window only to sneak down to this floor to lie in wait. She exhaled slowly, quietly, keeping her ears tuned toward the smallest sounds.
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He had been idly webslinging from building to building, as he had no leads to follow at the moment. His rogues gallery was quiet for the time being. Eventually, his spider senses went off as he neared one abandoned storage facility. Looking down, he spotted someone lying on the ground. That certainly looked concerning! So he swung down to land right beside the fallen man. He leaned over him, and his stomach was practically twisting as he beheld that stab wound. Not only was this man dead, but this was no ordinary killing. There's no time to spend mourning the stranger; Peter shot up to his feet and looked around to examine the circumstances. He had fallen right outside that storage facility, which looked like a prime hiding spot for danger... and no effort had been made to hide the body, so the killer must have been in a hurry. Maybe he could still catch him.
The front door might have been right there, but that was not Spider-Man's style. Rather, he quickly crawled his way up the wall towards one of those windows. There's nothing he could admire more than a nice, big, open window! He crawled right in through one and then up along the ceiling, while trying to get a good luck at everything happening below. And especially for any signs of their enemy...
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In the large space up ahead, a shadow flickered across the floor -- a slender male silhouette in the window, crouched, obviously agile given his flexibility and stance. It sure looked like Vega if he'd ditched the coat, and he probably had so he could move through the facility more easily and silently. Chun-Li held her breath and raised her gun, her pulse elevating. Finally! She'd been after this guy for years now, the assassin was as slippery as he was cruel. ...Aaaand he was moving upward? Probably looking for an ambush spot in the rafters. Best to get him now than wait for him to drop on her, she thought.
Back pressed against the wall, she released her breath slowly. Then she snapped out, gun gripped in both hands pointed at the ceiling at the colorful...red and blue...guy? Spandex, but no claw. Not Vega. And he was clinging to the ceiling with just his hands and feet!
Was this the spider guy the chief told her about?
"Freeze!" she ordered with a sharp command. "Drop, hands up!"
sorry for the delay!
"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down!" He calls back to her without moving from his current position. He wonders - is this woman with the police, or the murderer? Until he knows for sure, he's hesitant to make any moves. He doesn't want to put himself at an enemy's mercy, or end up fighting an officer. But at least his spider sense could help him to avoid any potential bullets.
"Can't a guy go for a nice stroll on the ceiling in peace around here?" he quips.
I made a random starter
Risty Wilde shrugged, finishing the last of her fruit cup as Taryn's gaggle of friends nodded enthusiastically and began to chime in with similar sentiments. Such an easy thought to plant, albeit one with little chance of actually succeeding but if it strained some of the connections that bound Xavier's students together perhaps it might yet pay off in future.
In the meantime Risty didn't particularly want to hang around these morons and seeing a familiar face gave her the opportunity she needed to escape. "Gotta go, see you later in chemistry." Getting up she made a beeline toward a certain German student, intent on killing two birds with one stone.
"Hey Kurt wait up!"