TARDISrider~

I tap my earpiece, which has finally cleared up from static.

"Ditty? Is that you?"

"Mother of Zeus, YES! I've been trying to reach you for the past hour! Bruce Wayne, he's in a conference! He's not willing to come! He's trying to get me through to Superman!" I fume, and start yelling, which probably looks weird to everyone else, since they can only hear one side of the conversation.

"I don't CARE if Bruce Wayne is in a conference, just tell him to be READY to Batman, NOW!" I tilt my head listening as Taxi relays anther message.

"No, I don't need him yet... Fine, just call the Flash, just in case... Well, too bad for him, AIN'T IT?? If you want to call Ironman, fine, but I have bigger problems! Talk to you later!" I turn back to the others. "Sorry."

Ookz suddenly points to a van pulling towards the Down to Earth.

"CRTC!!!!" She screams. "IITS KAOS!!!!" Fable looks faint, clutching her book. 

"Khaos." She whispers. "He's the one who kidnapped Critic." Just then, Taxi calls.

"DITY! MANN TOOK HERR! KNKD MMEE OUTT! NEED BTMN! NOWW!" I turn to the others with a tight smile.

"And Ditty, apparently."

*I enter a silent auditorium full of chinchillas. I bow, and the band begins to play as I start to sing.* 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!! LET THIS POST NEVER DIE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STOOOORRRRRYY!!!!!!!!!! TOOOOOP!!!! LET THIS RP GO TO THE TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!! LET ALL FANS OF CATS DAAAAAAAANCE!!!!! LET THE LOVERS OF DOGS DAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!!!!! LET PINAPPLES BE RECOGNISED AS A NATIONALY AWESOME FRUUUUUUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET THIS POST WILL BE THE FUNNEST POST EEEVVVVVVEEERRRR!!!!!!

*Cymbals clash as I exit the stage with chinchillas chasing me, hoping for free pinapples.*

Fable-

"What happened?! Where am I?! What is this place?! Why are none of you answering my questions?! Why are you holding puppies and underwear?! Who was abducted, and where-"

"Please calm down," says the girl named Abigail. "We shall explain everything later." The ground rumbles ominously. "Right now we need to get to a safe place. What about St. Owl's home?"

"No!" the girl with the weird, bug-eyed goggles objects. "We have to check on the Admins!!! What if something terrible happened to them?!"

Admins? St. Owl? This is getting more confusing by the minute.

"Look," said the dragon rider. "Whoever is attacking Chatterbox City is probably after Fable. I agree with Abigail- we should get her to St. Owl's place." 

"Don't worry," I say confidently. "If anyone tries to make me write prophesies, I could always do the old candle wax trick."

There is an awkward pause.

"Um, Fable?" says the chinchilla. "Nobody really uses candles anymore. You see, there's this thing called the lightbulb... 

Everyone runs out of the Inkwell. Abigail is clutching Ookz, who is chirping and squeaking. We find the ladder and climb as fast as possible, heading towards St. Owl's house. 

From high up in the air, you can really see how much damage Chatterbox City has taken. The Pudding's Place Theater is blown apart, the donut shop is burning, and the seismic pillar is wrecking chaos in every direction. As we finally reach the top of the ladder, St. Owl runs up.

"Abigail!! Oh my gosh, what happened?! Where is Critic?" She looks around at us. "And who's this?"

"This is Fable Thatcher. Don't ask," I say quickly. "And Critic A has been abducted. And the Admins are probably in danger! We have to head to the castle!"

@Chinchilla- Pineapple is indeed the best of fruits. Second only to cherries. 

CAPCHA is ugmm. Did you swallow a frog? 

I WILL POST SOON. JUST NOT RIGHT NOW, BUT I HAVE NOT ABANDONED YOU GUYS!!!

Aw, crud. I didn't see this until just now, and I loved the original.

Is it too late to join? It's probably too late to join. 

I hereby invite the Admins to write on this RP if they like!

 Thank you! But we like reading what you write the best. We hope our castle survives this onslaught. :) -Admins 

~Curio~

"Di! Let's go! I'll comm spaceport security to come and help, you try to mobilize whatever's left of the animated statues and Thread Defense Force!" She lifts off, not even bothering to answer, crashing through the splintered remains of the giant solar-glass skylight. I leap into the air as well - cloak of flying coming in handy as usual - and make straight for the Admin Castle.

Of all the buildings in Chatterbox City, Admin Castle has probably fared the best. It's made of materials from all sorts of different threads: the chain of successive Star Wars RPs have contributed quite a bit of duracrete to the outer wall, all the stained-glass windows are actually solar panels from the Solarpunk RP, even the famous Hall of Mirrors gets most of its substance from the many Pudding's Place SIs. There are cracks in the battlements, and the Moderator Air Defense Squad looks to have been decimated, but the keep with its shining golden roof is intact. The ray shields I set up last year have served it well, but a comm call to Spaceport Security (which, seeing the danger, has whipped itself up into a state of emergency) proves that the power on said shields is low- only 20 percent left.

Of course, the place also has magical defenses; I know, for example, that it would have taken something of similar size and potency to a storm titan's battleaxe to make that big a fissure in the outer wall. Di is winging away back home, to find whatever magical armies she can dredge up on short notice. As I watch, another earthquake makes the ground buckle, and I nearly fall down upon landing! CBers and warriors from threads are everywhere, doing improbable battle in every direction. Dev has somehow made a Brussels-sprout throwing machine, and is pelting flaming vegetables down upon all and sundry. Brookeira is a terror to behold, freezing everything hostile in her path without so much as mild fatigue from the overwhelming use of ice magic.

But we are still losing. Badly. The opposing forces have brought several AT-ATs and a balor to the party, and they are wreaking total havoc. Slowly but surely, the noble defenders of the CB are pushed back.

Enough with this. They might have rampaging demons and whatnot...but we have dragons.

~Di~

/DI! Forget the Decepmyth Special Ops Team, we need you and Shadow down here NOW!!/

Curio's scream through the mental link sends me into a sharp U-turn. There's now smoke rising from Admin Castle- wait, wouldn't the various ice and water magicians have put out any fires?! Then theyruth of what she said hits me in the gut, and I fly all the faster for it.

She needs dragon backup. Ye Force and little gods, this must be getting bad. 

Can I join??