Air–

I dash across my roof and grab the zipline on the other side. I have no idea what's going on, but… whoa! Dark shape! I duck as one of the boxes I have under my tent-roof slides across the roof and a rope whips out of its clamp. An earthquake?! 

I grip the harness and slide down. The Inkwell library should be safe… but what? The Inkwell is weirdly dark and glowy. Just then, my communicator beeps. 

Top, top, to the top, don't let this die, IT WILL NOT!!!!

Please Don't Let this Die!!!

(Jarvis, hope you don't mind I'm using these characters.) 

"That went well." Margot nodded, satisfied. 

"It won't next time. We caught her unaware. I won't be surprised if she escapes." Schyll snapped. "This city… The people there are more powerful  than you realize! The creativity  that they have they can do ANYTHING with, you don't understand."

"I understand perfectly well." Margot hissed. "Better than you do. Because I know where all this stems from: Where all this imagination is allowed to flow. If we elimitate the outlet then the power is nothing!" 

"So what is this mysterious thing that rules all Chatterbox City?" 

"The Admins."  

PEOPLE! PLEASE! DON'T LET THIS DIE! TOPTOPTOP POST PEOPLE! 

Jarvis-

Suddenly, the lights snap out, and I feel a horrible sucking sensation. I grab a wall to steady myself from being pulled into who-knows-where. After a moment, it passes, and the Inkwell is once again illuminated by a dim glow.

Rushing ahead into the main foyer, I see a terrified Ookz bouncing around on the floor. Critic  is nowhere to be seen. "Ookz, where is Critic?" I ask, and immediately regret it. I have never been able to understand CAPCHA talk.

"Abdk!!!" Ookz squeaks. "Abdk!"

"Huh?" I say.

"ABDK!!!!!"

"I don't understand." I sigh. Deciding to keep searching, I begin to walk around the foyer. Ookz hops after me. 

There is a sudden creeeaaak behind me. I whirl around. It was coming from beyond the wall with the comment slots in it. Abruptly the obsidian blocks begin to shift, and glowing runes flash.

"What in the world?!" I yell.

All the bricks finally shift into place, and I am staring at an opening, about three feet wide. A passageway continues on behind it, with golden torches in brackets lining the walls. What could I do but enter?

Roughly an hour later…

The tunnel ends in a creepy room lit with purple light. Ookz is whimpering. When I step into the room, a bright light flashes on, clearly lighting up the thing before me. It was a pillar, covered in cobwebs and blanketed with dust and cracks. And on that platform sat an orange ball, glowing in the midst of hundreds of wires. Mesmerized, I touch it.

Bang!!! I smash against the wall and am covered with an opaque cloud of smoke. But when the smoke, clears, I see my strangest sight yet. Standing there is a girl who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She wears a mud-spotted dress and carries a leather bound book and pen. She opens her mouth and says:

"My name is Fable Thatcher." 

Sorry it is so long, I had a lot to write.

@Abigail- Anyone can use Margot and Schyll.

TOP!!! TOP!!! TOP!!! 

Awesome! I'll post sometime soon.

TARDISrider~

I dash into the library and hear a lock click behind me. I slam my head against the nearest bookshelf. I. Am. Stupid. Any superhero agency knows it is fooloish to shut oneself in a wardrobe! That goes for anything else too. Oh, well. I stroll deeper in to the library, forcing myself to focus. I tap at my earpeice, which is full of static. Irritated, I glance the map of Inkwell Library, which is so big you need a ma punless you want to be stuck in the cafeteria for ten days (that's happened to me before) and set off for the control room. The Libaries of the Six Systems are the centers of the systems, Down to Earth, Inkwell, Pudding's Place, This Month, Chirp at Cricket, and Blab About Books. I think there's something even more important, even more central to the Chatterbox than the Libraries, but I can't figure out what it is. Out of nowhere, Ookz jumps into my arms. 

"Ookz!" I cry. "What- How'd you get in here?"

"Crtc! Abdk! Crtc! Abdk!"

"Was Critic A abducted?" Ookz nods eagerly, relived to be understood. "What happened?"

"Ndle, pepl, vann, away, twrd pupl." I take that to mean thst Critic was drugged, taken by people into a van, towards Pudding's Place.

"Well, sorry, but we're locked in here." I glance around. "And alone." Ookz shakes her head.

"Jrvs."

"Jarvis?"

"Yeep." She leaps out of my arms and begins dashing down the aisles. I follow quickly. I slow as I see a rune on the wall, glowing brighter than the rest. I get a bad feeling about it, but I walk towards it anyways. Ookz halts and bounces impatiently.

"What?" She demands. I shake my head, unsure.

"This… this is one of the Crowd Sorcery runes. Why is this glowing brighter?" Ookz gestures anxiously down the hall to the control room.

"Mabe ansr ther?" I turn out of my trance and follow her down the hallway. Inside the room, I find Jarvis staring at a familiar looking girl.

"Fable Thatcher?" He gasps.

Oh, gravy biscuits.

Abigail~

I massage my head as I walk back toward our cave. This has been way to much. I wonder what A will think about all this. Imagine my surprise when I walk into the cave. The furniture has been tossed everywhere, Ookz and Critic A are nowhere to be seen, and Feather is standing in the midst of everything, staring at the Inkwell library.

"Feather?" I ask. "Uh, where's Critic A? and Ookz?"

"They ran into the library…" 

"Wha-?" Suddenly something sinks in. "Oh god, I've got to find them!" I dash down the street and to the library. I am about to run up to the door when I hear a buzzing in my ear. I whip around and find myself face to face with- A Wi-Fly.

"What do you think you're doing?" It drawls angrily. 

"I'm looking for my friends!" I yell at it. "They are in THERE!" The Wi-Fly pales. "All right," it agrees. "I'll open it up for you." The key turns in the lock and I run in. Where is everybody? 

"CRITC A! OOKZ!" I call. No reply. What's going on? I walk deeper in the stacks. It's dark in here, except for a mild glowing off the walls. 

Suddenly I bump into TARDISrider, who is holding Ookz. 

"THANK GOODNESS!" we both gasp. I grab Ookz. "Where's A?" I ask the wrigging ball of fuzz. 

"Crtc, abdk." 

"He means Critic A was abducted." 

"WHAT? By WHO?"

"I have no idea, and I don't think your CAPTCHA has either."  

There is a rumbling and we turn to look at the stacks. A thread falls of the shelf and pops open. A person jumps out of it. Another thread plops to the ground, and people I've enver seen before leap out. 

"Wait a second…" TARDISrider gasps. "The characters from the RPs and everything—Are escaping into Chatterbox City!"

"And perhaps, elsehwhere." Jarvis emerges, pointing at a girl. "This is Fable Thatcher, from Crowd Sorcery."  

I walk towards the library, still brandishing my driftwood and muttering under my breath. I call upon the forces of clean underwear and sad puppy dog eyes to help me figure out what's going on. A clean pair of pink polka dotted underwear  and a puppy with huge eyes land next to me. Thank you I say to no one in particular, scooping up the puppy and the underpants in my arms and boldly stepping up to the library. My awesomeness is cut short though, by a wi-fly tapping on my head annoyingly.

"Whatya think yer doin!" he shouts in a southern accent.

"Ummmm weeeelllll…… I was wondering…..Since you're so smart and amazing….. Do you think you could tell me why the library is closed?" I ask, trying to  get him to let me in.

"Well, I'm really not s'posed to… Umm…. Well…. Ummmm….."

"You wouldn't just leave a cute little girl standing here, would you? Not in such dangerous times?"

"Well alright.  Fine. Here ya go," he says finally. 

He opens the door to the weirdest sight. I see Abigail S, her captcha, (who's blubber blabbering a bunch of nonsense) TARDISrider, and a girl with long brown hair and a tattered purple dress. 

"Fable Thatcher?" I ask awestruck.

"Yep," TARDISrider replies. "Now tell me, why are you holding a puppy and some underwear?"