https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-16T10:03:18+00:00 https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2026-03-23T23:18:37+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:a_perfect_love?rev=1774307917&do=diff A Perfect Love [Content Warning: Animal Abuse and Extreme Gore] The mass inside your head pulses as electric signals trace out new connections; another observation has been made, curious. All the people of the Bastion are so unique, so strange, but perhaps you are the only one who notices. You hope you are the only person who notices; it would make everything so much easier. text/html 2026-03-23T23:21:08+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:breakthrough?rev=1774308068&do=diff Breakthrough By the sun's light, you're the same -- ever-reliable Colby, though what reliable means when it's you is an unordinary number of naps in an unordinary variety of places, and skulking in a rather fetching fashion in places that get you wary double-takes. Still, nobody seems to notice anything truly different text/html 2026-03-23T23:21:35+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:days_gone_by?rev=1774308095&do=diff Days Gone By Your hands are busy as you hum a tune to the plants gently bobbing back and forth, suspended in the rocky substrate that barely supports them; like everything in the Bastion, it is ramshackle and cobbled together, nothing like the labs you used to work in way back when. The basin is made of hammered-out corrugated iron, with a self-wound air-pump system; the whole small structure sits in a manger-like stand, next to the regular growing fields. As you turn the crank to wind the pump… text/html 2026-03-23T23:22:49+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:ghosts_of_the_past?rev=1774308169&do=diff Ghosts of the Past The ventilation system is smaller than you’d expect. Both insofar as your combat-crawl journey has taken only a few minutes of the many you’d set aside, and that the frigid metal tunnels embrace your every jolting move as if pleading that you stay for just a single moment more. Every corner traversed has forced the barrel of the pistol, holstered at your waist, further into the soft, and rapidly bruising, skin of your torso. It’s unsettling, here, to say the least. text/html 2026-03-23T23:19:14+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:loosha?rev=1774307954&do=diff Authoritative Deliberation You're used to more... electrical matters. Wires, bulbs, switches and gates. That sort of stuff. Heavy duty tools, nails and bolts, that's for the folks in heavy industry. Well... there comes a time in every engineer's life where they have to go out of their comfort zone, you figure. Besides, you're not exactly spoilt for choice. The electrical storms took out most electrical technology, and the only remnants that are anywhere close by are currently text/html 2026-03-23T23:20:39+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:nio?rev=1774308039&do=diff Blood On Your Hands Your eyes drift over Chris as you grip the rock in your hand. He's speaking to Loosha and Ormina, hunched over a table and poring over what you'd assume is a map of the infirmary. Glancing around, nobody seems to be looking as you skulk over to one of the infirmary windows. Annoyingly, it's rather close to the front entrance, but you can't dally. You need to seize your chance. text/html 2026-03-23T23:23:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:power_to_the_people?rev=1774308193&do=diff Power to the People There’s a click as the door shuts behind you. The dusty bulbs take a moment to power up, a low buzz emanating as they flicker into life. You blink, once, at the door leading to the makeshift infirmary, before moving past it. text/html 2026-03-23T23:23:51+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:questions_and_answers?rev=1774308231&do=diff Questions and... Answers? It’s cold, here. When did it start getting so cold? How long have your hands been shaking? Nothing but a test of faith, Salithra. Maintain devotion. It’s damp, too. How long has it been raining? Are you boots soaked through? text/html 2026-03-23T23:24:33+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:secure_contain_protect?rev=1774308273&do=diff Secure. Contain. Protect. You, Naomi, Raindrop, Strangeness-in-the-Air, and Devin. It's an odd group, but not a bad one. Your gun rests in your hand, cold metal fitting neatly into warm flesh. You hope you won't have to use it. You tried to check in with Mars before this, but couldn’t find them anywhere. You imagine they’re trying to keep their head down. You hope they’re not doing anything stupid. text/html 2026-03-23T23:25:08+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:separating_the_monster_from_monstrousity?rev=1774308308&do=diff Separating the Monster from Monstrosity CW: Mild Gore, Mild loss of autonomy and physical degradation (Lottie) There’s an itch in your brain – a wandering thought that has entangled itself amongst your other concerns. You look into the eyes of Raindrop, amongst others, and although they yield to your unspoken request to be the group's vanguard, you realise – would they hesitate to shoot? Can they be reasoned with? The fire in their eyes says no. text/html 2026-03-23T23:25:52+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:shot_in_the_dark?rev=1774308352&do=diff Shot in the Dark In your hands: assault rifle, gas-operated, fully loaded. Across your torso: three mags, .30 Short. Around your neck: your chierk. In the pockets of your coat: tactical flashlight, hunting knife, pilfered spare key to the arms storage. text/html 2026-03-23T23:26:18+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:thicker_than_water?rev=1774308378&do=diff Thicker than Water The first thing you feel is the generator. It throbs through the floor even before you hear it as you follow Eddy down to a backroom of the substation. The room was once a storeroom, when there were things to store. Now its main attraction is what looks like an old industrial generator. Battery-powered, probably recharged by solar. An OBUS, if you had to guess, though any brand markings have long since worn away. text/html 2026-03-23T23:26:56+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:to_train?rev=1774308416&do=diff To Train So That | Can be Threatened by Nothing It's a lot easier to recognise the warning signs of a sanctuary starting to fall apart when it's your second time. The more arguments you hear, the more tempers you see flare up, and the more chaos threatens to envelop the Bastion, the clearer it is how weak and shallow its state of order really is. text/html 2026-03-23T23:27:45+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:workplace_negligence?rev=1774308465&do=diff Workplace Negligence Content Warnings: Graphic descriptions and intrusive thoughts 7:00pm: The task at hand is simple. You are doing what you do best, after all – taking control of a situation. Although your eye twitches at the sight of Clark waving to you from across the Bastion. Like an annoying fly in your ear. text/html 2026-03-23T23:28:19+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:2:zombie_gun_3?rev=1774308499&do=diff Zombie Gun 3 You, Naomi, Raindrop, Strangeness-in-the-Air, and Juno. It's an odd group, but not a bad one. Your gun rests heavy in your arms. You hope you won't have to use it. You tell the others how to keep themselves safe and quiet: you scold Naomi for the noisy clink of syringes in her pockets. She reminds you all '