Claire Pullman (undermyheel) wrote in handfulof_dust,
Claire Pullman
undermyheel
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Claire! In the bar!

For those with good noses, she smells vaguely of perfume (not hers), zombies (maybe a pet? probably not) and blood (is it hers if she's imbibed it?).

Also, she's trying to think up slogans for a grassroots Anna for sheriff campaign.

All she's come up with so far is, "Stop being idiots. Vote for Anna."
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Preston has a fairly good nose by default.

But he tries not to remark on what he smells most of the time, because it doesn't really seem polite. Instead, he sticks with a more boring, "Evening, Claire."
"Hello, Bass," Claire greets.

"How're you doing?"
"Decently," Preston says, and jerks his head towards the door. "Not been too eventful."

Which, in this time and place, is almost always a good thing.

"How are things up at the museum?"

This is his polite way of asking about the zombie smell.
"Well, I'm trying to decide if I want to be more or less like Don Corleone."

She gestures around her. "Do you want them owing you favors? Or working for you?"
Preston grins - dude, who doesn't love a Godfather reference - but answers, "I guess it depends whether you expect to be able to keep paying their salary on a regular basis."
Claire waves a hand, "I can always pay, but I wonder about loyalty."

She nods to the general public.
"That's the kinda thing you've got to judge on a person-by-person base, I guess."

Preston shrugs. "When you're hiring henchmen, I guess it's a fine line between enough of a conscience so that they'll be swayed by considerations of loyalty, and so much of a conscience that they'll start putting ethics over you."
Claire laughs, startled.

"Henchmen?" She laughs again. "What kind of operation do you think I'm running, Preston?"
"Hey, I was running with the Don Corleone."
Claire shakes her head, still amused.

"Henchmen," she mutters. "George will love to hear that. They're 'Lieutenants' in that version of the mafia. And you know I wasn't just talking about vampires."
Preston raises his eyebrows.

"If you're talking politics, that traditionally works more along the favor system."

His tone has shaded back into polite neutral; Preston, to everyone's surprise, disapproves of politics run on the basis of loyalty and favors.
Settling her chin on her hand, Claire regards him for a moment.

"Sometimes it's very tiring and very complicated to have a conversation with you, Bass." Closing her notebook, she glances back up at him. "Politics is an entirely different animal of commerce. That's got a commercial system where the currency is support and sincerity and votes. Until we have a working political system I don't see any reason to bother with it. What if someone came to you and wanted you to take care of a problem for her? Do you do it, or do you charge for it?"
"Our system won't be a working political system unless we act like it is," Preston points out, apparently unperturbed by the complaint. "To use your metaphor, someone's got to put in the initial currency of support and sincerity to start the system off."

He gives a half-shrug.

"That's a pretty vague question. What kind of problem? And what kind of solution does it need? A problem like 'my car won't start and I need help getting somewhere' is on a different order of magnitude from 'there are zombies in my backyard', which is on an entirely different level again from the most traditional kind of problem-solving euphemism."
Claire waves a hand, "Favors are whats in now. If they need me? Then they won't want to get rid of me."

Having settled that, she glances over at him, "So does that mean you're in favor of an investment in this bank of politics?"
"I've been in favor all along," Preston reminds her. "Just a question of -


"- I was gonna try for some kind of complicated extended metaphor involving investments and stocks and whatever, but it's been too long since Econ. You know what I mean."

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