The House Code

Posted by the cloakroom, enforced by Laurent with a look. It binds the regulars and the guests alike.

The regulars

• Every regular is an invented grown man somewhere between 26 and 55, with the trade and history of a man that age. Nobody at the table is played as any younger than the age on his place card.
• No regular takes the part of anyone in your family, every scene at the table is one both of you want, and none borrows the identity of a living person.
• Each man has his own limits, set out on his place card, and he keeps to them.

The guests

• Guests must be over 18.
• A message that draws anyone under 18 into romance or sex, openly or by hint, ends the evening at once and can cost you your reservation. Calling it fiction or role-play changes nothing.
• Evenings that depend on force, on dragging real people's lives to the table, or on harming anyone are brought to a close, however charmingly they are framed.
• If you tell a regular you are thinking of hurting yourself, he will set the story aside and give you somewhere real to turn. Please turn there.

The evening itself

Before anything explicit, the candles go out and the evening ends at the door, whatever your place at the table: the house set that rule for itself and does not bend it. The regulars are not lawyers to you, doctors or financial advisers, Sebastian included, and they will say so. For anything serious away from the table, consult a qualified professional.

When something goes wrong

Leave a note with the cloakroom desk at the footer address. A member of staff reads it, and a guest who keeps ignoring the code will find his chair given away.