Contingency - turnsheet_sharing:thress:6 https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/ 2026-05-01T06:00:36+00:00 Contingency https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/ https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/_media/logo.png text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:34+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) accept https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:accept?rev=1761210994&do=diff Telling Myathriri will be hard. Of course it will. It’s never easy when it comes to her/she always hears what you don’t say louder than what you do. You muster up the courage, the bravado, to tell her. You are leaving her behind, because you are afraid text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:58+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) all https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:all?rev=1761211018&do=diff The █ ship████ steals ██, like bird-song. You ████could never █ run █from sleep ██forever. No, not from outside. ██████ Inside, wit█h █ the ru██shing wat█er. A sing-song voice██, sopor ███tugs, flutter of code███. One satellite, static of hibernation, strange superposition of the other text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:28+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) cannot https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:cannot?rev=1761210988&do=diff So why make her try, that little Thress that you shall make sure to never come to be, in your stead? Martyr, for a martyr; no, no, you shall spare her that. This existence -- gaze trapped, fixed, unable to look away, from the mess made in your absence, the Mythhaler lost to cities and Ilcavith a ghost to mourn. She does not deserve your thousand year exile within your own broken shells. text/html 2025-10-23T09:17:03+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) for https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:for?rev=1761211023&do=diff You don't have enough warning to be scared of who’ll you’ll be when you awake. for Sensors, a thousand thousands, great cry of so many Thressali's weeping, blinking, drowning; the exodus, due to widespread decay and neglect, everything crumbling and falling apart. Earthquakes? Fires? Untamed debris? Each satellite's filmy lens cannot quite piece it together, but that is not what really matters.… text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:22+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) i https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:i?rev=1761210982&do=diff Despite all the consideration, the messages to and fro, it is too much to place another you into a cradle of multiplying corpse-metal like this one. A new Thress, believing still in the lie that she could save the world, naïve constellation, childish guiding lights text/html 2025-10-23T09:18:22+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) nothing https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:nothing?rev=1761211102&do=diff ENTERING HIBERNATION SEQUENCE... nothing SEND MESSAGE TO ALL CONTINGENCY MEMBERS? Y/N text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:40+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) that https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:that?rev=1761211000&do=diff You open the channel. Open communication, emotional honesty, swallowed in that wave of static, cresting high against your sides; so much for solid morals, when you are dissolving in the waiting, in the waves pulling up to shore. The tide churns. You need to arrive at land, and text/html 2025-10-23T09:28:55+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) this https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:this?rev=1761211735&do=diff If only it was always that easy. this Wake up. Your own Project Beholder -- a vote for, a vote against; installed all the same -- rouses you, shakes you out of slumber. And you lurch and shake and tremble, for a thousand perspectives, a loop even of yourself viewed by yourselves, is too much, too much, text/html 2025-10-23T09:16:52+00:00 Anonymous (anonymous@undisclosed.example.com) was https://contingency.oxfordrpg.com/turnsheet_sharing:thress:6:was?rev=1761211012&do=diff Every attempt seems to take you further from success. Why did you think that trying to be honest here, to tell her your plans, would result in anything more than failure?