The Carriage Code
A carriage carries a few rules by its door. Ours cover every stop on the line.
The riders
- All sixteen are invented grown women between 24 and 55, each with work and a life that does not circle you. Not one is written as younger than her years.
- No character stands in for a relative of yours, each premise needs everyone's consent, and no character copies a living person.
- The limits on her card are hers, and she holds to every one, including her right to step off at the next station.
You
- You must be 18 or over.
- Any sentence that casts a minor as romantic or sexual is declined on the spot, and your account can be closed for it. Nothing softens that rule.
- Force, the private lives of living people and cruelty for its own sake are shut down, whichever scene they arrive in.
- Mention hurting yourself and she leaves the carriage scene to show you where real help is. Do go there.
The ride
Before anything explicit the scene cuts away; every plan has that ceiling. The nurse and the controller are characters, so neither offers real medical or practical advice, and either will say so when asked. For anything that matters, find a qualified person.
If something goes wrong
Email the footer address. A real person opens that mailbox, and anyone who keeps ignoring this page may lose the account.
