https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-16T09:14:48+00:00 https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2026-03-23T23:47:34+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:devin?rev=1774309654&do=diff Carrier Remus knows better than to bark by now, but he is only a scared animal, after all. His loud noises alert you and you go sprinting after him, trusting in whatever scent he's caught. You slow down with confusion as he leads you, not out of the Bastion's boundaries, but further within, towards its most densely populated area. Luckily for you, the most dense the Bastion can be right now is as sparse as it's ever been before. Even luckier for you, no one else seems to be around the substatio… text/html 2026-03-23T23:48:00+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:discovery?rev=1774309680&do=diff Discovery Your hands are sweating. You’re fairly certain no-one can tell, not beneath the layers of a CBRN suit and above the second-hand droplets of river water you all now share, but you turn your back against the others all the same. It’s the midday sun, combined with the heavy plastic cover and genuine physical labour, anyway. That’s it. That’s all. text/html 2026-03-23T23:48:47+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:foxes_vultures_and_mice?rev=1774309727&do=diff Foxes, Vultures, and Mice [CW: Extreme violence, disturbing imagery concerning animals] You round the corner to the infirmary and see Dr Kathleen Chambers sternly talking at Chris. “Chris, the infection must have hit your brain already if you're making accusations like that.” text/html 2026-03-23T23:49:29+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:i?rev=1774309769&do=diff Back to Square I You seem to be the only person who remembers the plan: tie planks of driftwood and other, unidentifiable materials together to make sort-of rafts, tie bodies and loose parts to the rafts, and send them downstream with the current, which should hopefully clean up the part of the river you usually use for water. The Saint is just tossing bodies out of the river into a gruesome pile on the ground, Salithra has wandered off upstream as though following a call none of the rest of yo… text/html 2026-03-23T23:51:07+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:kathleen?rev=1774309867&do=diff Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall You pace by the infirmary once again. The door remains closed. No sounds come from within. You've been on edge since the end of last meeting. This election business... it was a close call. Too close. Everything you've worked for and strived towards, almost gone within the blink of an eye. text/html 2026-03-23T23:50:32+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:man_down?rev=1774309832&do=diff Man Down [CW: Extreme violence] You've seen many forests larger and deeper than the Bastion's. These trees, though, hinting at autumn in their fading leaves, scare you. You feel Devo's fingers tearing into your shoulder as clearly as you feel the stony ground beneath your feet. text/html 2026-03-23T23:51:30+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:random_access_memory?rev=1774309890&do=diff Random Access Memory You lead Raindrop to where you left Naomi's body. Naomi. Sometimes you see a flash of movement and pause, trying not to dare to hope that it is her. But it never is. You pass the unwillingly familiar landmarks: a bare street corner, stones raised to make room for buskers. A temple without a congregation, surrounded by the stench of rotting books. A copper plaque, naming an empty building 'The Gustav Institute of Evidentiality and Natural Sciences.' text/html 2026-03-23T23:51:59+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:salithra?rev=1774309919&do=diff O Enlightened One Can the innocent lamb, with so little a sense of the world's dangers, still taste the tang of threat as it is led to the slaughterhouse? ---------- [...] her golden wool glimmering, resplendent with her life. And those watching could not refuse, for when they turned, they saw [ text/html 2026-03-23T23:52:24+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:shapeless_and_strange?rev=1774309944&do=diff Shapeless and Strange [CW: Extreme violence, gore] AN OMEN Din Talin is a city that stretches across time. Old buildings--older than the city itself, some say--sit, decaying but proud, next to spiring skyscrapers and towering apartment blocks. Some remain mostly intact. You wonder about what lies inside them. Dishes, still unwashed; beds, still unmade? Others, though, have started to collapse. Walls crack. Vines tear foundations apart. text/html 2026-03-23T23:52:50+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:spring_cleaning?rev=1774309970&do=diff Spring Cleaning It begins with a whisper. A rustling of canvas in the wind which turns quick to heated voices. You limp over, only in time to see Mars stalking away, two guns slung over their back. Eris fumes but a weighted glance from Mars stalls further protestation. text/html 2026-03-23T23:54:09+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:trinity?rev=1774310049&do=diff △ [CW: drug use] "And so the first word was spoken: “.”" -- Parable 1 It is not an instant but a moment. Even pitch will flow eventually, and so too, the pen which now hovers in the air will clatter to the table in time. It is not so much a deceleration as an awareness of each tide through which your experience flows. text/html 2026-03-23T23:53:46+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contagion.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_bureau:5:undertaker?rev=1774310026&do=diff Undertaker [CW: Decomposition, brief references to drug use] You do not recognise the bodies in the water. Or, perhaps, that is all you recognise. Bodies. Carrion, carcass, corpse, every open fist and sloughing face the same. These are not people – perhaps they never were. It matters not. This is merely a duty to be undertaken. And you’re so very good at duty, aren’t you? Not obedience, not loyalty, not even obligation… but no one could ever fault your