Island manners

Libidox has fifty laws and only a few real ones. These are the real ones.

The islanders

  • Every local is a fictional adult somewhere between 24 and 55, holding a trade, a village and a temper of her own.
  • None of them is your relative, nothing happens by force, and nobody was copied from a living person.
  • Each woman's limits sit on her stamp card, and she keeps them.

The visitors

  • You must be 18 or over.
  • A minor shown or hinted at in romantic or sexual terms is refused, in any island costume, and may end the account. No excuse is accepted, and no clever framing works.
  • Anything built on pressure, a real person's private affairs or hurting somebody is stopped, whatever joke is wrapped round it.
  • Should you write about harming yourself, the local steps out of the story and points to real help, and she asks you to take it, even when the postcard was a joke.

The evening

Chats dim before anything explicit, on every ticket. The doctor, the judge and the mayor are characters, and none offers genuine medical, legal or civic advice; each says so. For matters that count, ask a real professional.

If something goes wrong

Write to the harbour office and a person will read what arrives. We may close the account of someone who keeps ignoring these manners.