https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-01T07:38:38+00:00 https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2025-10-23T09:14:21+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:3?rev=1761210861&do=diff Thressali Mirzen Turnsheet 3 To Marushi: The messages seem to come from three different channels. There is a pause. More static. And then a single channel opens: “Apologies. I've... been having a few problems -- though I imagine it will clear up soon enough. Everything will just be bedding into its new form. text/html 2025-10-23T09:14:04+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:3a?rev=1761210844&do=diff Thressali Mirzen Turnsheet 3a Main Action: Protect Twenty-five satellites refuse to let people die. They use their broadcasting system [Evacuation Protocol] to direct the refugees to safety, and their early warning systems [Precognitive Analytics] are primed and ready to activate, should this safety break down. Thressali is so tired of unnecessary death. If other Minds will keep supporting the war, she will at least clear the firing lines. The civilians are innocent. They do not deserve this… text/html 2025-10-23T09:14:08+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:3b?rev=1761210848&do=diff Thressali Mirzen Turnsheet 3b Main Action: Rewrite Twelve satellites dare to dream. A fascist government, and a violent revolution. The citizens of Veltha are trapped. Parts of Thressali have done nothing but insist, over and over, that the war cannot be stopped, that it is morally wrong to do anything but step away from the politics and work to save lives. text/html 2025-10-23T09:14:13+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:3c?rev=1761210853&do=diff Thressali Mirzen Turnsheet 3c Main Action: Prevent Twelve satellites plan ahead. “This has to be a conversation.” Thressali knows this. She knows that it has to be a conversation. But surely, surely, it can't hurt to come to the table prepared? text/html 2025-10-23T09:14:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:3d?rev=1761210856&do=diff Main Action: Satellite Fifty And one satellite watches. Thressali Mirzen no longer orbits Mythhaler. She's seen, twice now, that the scouts are no longer where they belong. But she still can't tear herself free from the past -- and nor does she want to. That little stretch of the Lyssil coastline, around Ilcavith text/html 2025-10-23T09:15:00+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:4?rev=1761210900&do=diff Thressali Mirzen Turnsheet 4 Results Driftwood You do not want to sleep. You, the conscience in the stars, pockmarked void smeared upon Veltha’s forehead, are conscious that you must find something else to do instead. Pastimes for a past time. Access the old tome of the Churning Tides, flicking through data files a poor substitute for the book in your Nassigussan hands, signed copy from that someone you barely knew text/html 2025-10-23T09:15:29+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:5?rev=1761210929&do=diff Thressali Mirzen Turnsheet 5 Results One One. Just one satellite hovering over Mythhaler Yerssa. Try. Try to send one resource from one place to another, a line of code, just one. Try. Prevail, don’t surrender. Try. Just one. ██ ████ text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:16+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6?rev=1761210976&do=diff Thressali Mirzen Turnsheet 6 Results i'm trying i'm trying i swear You can’t do it. █ ██ █ █ ███ ███ █ ██ █ █ █ █ █ ████ ██ █ █ ███ ███ ██ █ █ ██ ███ █