The Golden Rule
THE GOLDEN RULE
Put simply, my one and only rule is DON'T BE A DICK. Hateful speech of any kind is being a Dick. Not respecting your fellow players or the GM is being a Dick. Not adhering to the rules and Terms of Rpol is being a Dick. Blatantly breaking the rules is being a Dick... You get the point. We're all adults here to have fun and tell a good story.
FADES AND CUTS
You may have noted that this is a Mature game, not an Adult rated one. This is an immutable fact of reality so there are certain concepts we will embrace in the form of Fades and cuts.
Fade: The Dresden Files contains adult content, at least once or twice, but the series generally holds to the same rules we will on this matter. If you want your character to hanky-panky with another character or NPC the scene will 'fade to black' once the scene and the intent has been established.
Cut: If the character's are doing the hokey-pokey in the middle of the scene, that's where the Cut gets added in. Cuts will be denoted with 3 tilda '~' marks. Basically hitting skip over the R-rated parts and picking back up afterwards. See the text below for examples of both techniques.
Example
Riley snarled as her back hit the heavy steel door. Her acquaintance from the bar down the street was not only willing, but quite enthusiastic at that. He was tall, muscular, and possessed a particular boyish charm. She fumbled in her jacket pocket with one hand as she reached up, balled her fist in his brown hair, and dragged his mouth down to meet hers in a hungry embrace. After several long, sensual moments she managed to fish out her keys and turned to unlock the door. She'd barely gotten the key in the lock when she felt him press against her from behind, latching onto her neck and nearly making her drop the keys as his exploring hands wrapped around her. Finally she heard the bolt disengage and shoved the door open. She spun with a growl and dragged him inside, her hands fumbling at his belt
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Hours later, Riley woke with a start at the sound of her shattering window. She sat bolt upright, gun in hand, just in time to see the lit Molotov sail through the broken window.