His name is Harold or Leonard or Norman or Gilberto—Rosen or Suarez or Daoud or Hackwell. He started the good way—the way you’d hope a mayor would—crusading on the city council, advocate for the elderly because of something that happened to his aunt in a home. Given what he had to go on: not a bad guy.
There were never any arguments or any fireworks, no broken legs, it’s just: one day you have to meet with the real estate guys. That’s what mayors do. The real estate guys said “Meet us for breakfast” and then their people put a breakfast in front of him: the exact same breakfast he’d made for himself at home for years. It’s not like he’d ever told anyone what he made himself for breakfast. It was right down to the brand of bacon. No bits in the orange juice. The same plate.
They knew everything was the point. We can get anywhere.
The agreement was not complicated: the mayor would go on mayoring but once in a while there would be a “Don’t do that” or, less often, a “This has to happen” always with no explanation why. Sometimes these were easy to understand “The train can’t run through the Garden District” sometimes less so “No free public wi-fi on 18th and Peach”. But he didn’t want to die—and they gave him stuff—club memberships, good coverage in the news, money. He understood they were far more than just real estate people: also newspaper people, the guy that owned that cruise-ship line, the savings and loan people, the oil people…
Sometimes there’s a body they find in a river with their sternum cracked open and their skull cut four ways down the center so it opens like a rotting meat flower and the Mayor thinks “Did they do that?”. And then you wait for the police to not solve it or solve it and then probably it was just some gang or maybe they are halfway through solving it and you get a call to reprioritize.
It would be inaccurate to use the word “conspiracy” unless everything is a conspiracy. If someone invites some other guy over to look at their deer heads and says they can change the mayor’s mind and doesn’t say how and the guy goes “Sure if you change the mayor’s mind we’ll give you the La Playa contract” then is that a conspiracy? He never had the DA look into it.
The mayor was only sure of a few things:
-He was still very powerful in any area that They didn’t notice
-They were white-collar criminals and, for the most part, were waging a war on blue-collar criminals
-So almost nobody minded
-They can get to anyone
-He wants to retire
-They don’t want him to retire, they want him to run again, and they want him to win
See also: Host Section—Building A Horror Investigation: Some Adventure Formats—My First Conspiracy, Library—Horrors—The Machine, Library—Horrors—Cultist, Library—Horrors—Demons of the Second Order, Tables—Interpersonal Conflict, Organized Criminals, Relationship to Next NPC, Crime Lord Schemes, Murder Motives, Sketches and Pitches: Political Campaigns
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