Persuade September/Tables

Success Text

Question before the Board	Success Description
12 - 21, 26 - 33, 35, 37	September nods solemnly. "Such a shame, but has tae be done." He doesn't seem that sorry.
20, 230, 320	"Aye! Aye and aye again." September is emphatic. Other boardmembers wince.
22	September sighs. "Ach well. She's a bonny lass—" Is she? "Well, no. But 'tis your decision. And we do live in an imperfect world."
23	"Shame," September says, "I'll miss 'im for sure. But the lad could stand to be a wee bit less green." He smiles suddenly. "Ah've taken th' liberty o' drawing him up a reading list for while he's away."
100, 105, 115 - 150, 170	"Revolution is th' engine o' victory," September says. This appears to be assent.
160	"Why's it so cold this close tae Hell?", wonders September. "Not that I mind, but migh' be a bit nippy for th' English."
181 - 187	"Aye," says September, enthusiastically. "An' let's have a ruddy guid feast when it's built, an 'aw."
200 - 210	"Can ne'er be too prepared. I'd recommend more cannon if it were me. Just fir th' look of 'th thing."
300	September wrinkles his nose. "Bit Masterish if you ask me. Mebbe if it's not too ostentatious. A plaque?"
310	September shrugs. "If we must make do with 'charity' so be it. So long as ye dinnae think it's a true salve for the conscience."
330	"Well, we was always going to end up in one place," September says, resigned.
340	"Tis the opiate of the people y'ken," September says admonishingly, "But 'tis your railway. If ye wanna stuff it full o' vicars that's your business."
400	Sensing the mood of the Board, September relents. "I'm keeping a careful eye on you though," he says. "I'll be donatin' my share to the workers. After they've been to once o' my lectures first, o' course."
700, 720	September looks very grudging indeed, but you've brought so much pressure to bear that he cannot refuse. "I will nae be stepping down from the Board, though, mind."
710	"Aye!" September's approval is ringing, if not surprising.
905	"She's a smart lass, I trust she can handle th' extra responsibility," September says. The Dean seems taken aback by the vote of confidence.
910	"As a Scot I can confidently say no good comes from upsettin' churchmen," September says. The Bishop frowns.
932	"Bit of a mad idea, that," September says. "I canne say no to it."
933	"I s'pose the auld castle will look grand in the new lights," September muses.
940	"Aye, I s'pose there's nae harm in it." September votes yes.
1000 - 1010, 1030	"Aye, I s'pose," says September. "It's one in the eye to the Bazaar."
1100 - 1110	"Do yeh really need tae ask my opinion on this one?" September asks, a wild gleam in his green eyes. His fingers twitch, eager for the fray.
1200	"The more cities that bask in the moonlight, the better," says September. Which seems to be an aye vote.

Failure Text

Question before the Board	Failure Description
9, 100, 230, 300 - 320, 340, 800	"Nay, that doesn't seem the wise course," objects September.
10	"No point changing trains in a stream," September says, "No revolution's ever been won by offing th' leadership in the middle o' it."
12	"Ye cannae do that," September says, "Because he's." He stops and stares at the Contrarian who smiles invitingly. "He's um. One of my very very good friends."
13	"Ye cannae do that," September says, "It's oor Jenny!" He crosses his arms, indignant.
14 - 17, 19 - 21	September grimaces. "Look, I've been in enough revolutionary councils tae know that once ye start shuffling personnel there's never an end to it."
22	"Ye cannae do that," September says, "She's very important." He looks over at April to ensure she's noticed his show of support. She shrugs.
23	"Ye cannae do that," September says, "You'll break the puir lad's heart." He gives the Gondolier an encouraging smile from across the table. The Gondolier flushes.
130	"An English station?" repeats September, scandalised. "Doesn't the Empress have enough already?"
181	"Naw," says September. "Too close tae London. Won't work."
182	"Nayw" says September. "This close to tae the polis? Madness."
183	"Dinnae mind having them for neighbours," says September. "But yer plan seems a wee bit half-baked tae me."
184	"Nay, nay, nay," says September. "What're ye tryin' tae do with this idea?"
185 - 187	"Naw," says September. "Not th' worst location, but yer plan seems more'n a bit half-baked tae me."
520, 522, 523, 525 - 529	"Nay." […] a friend of his who wandered onto an old battlefield and came back wild from an encounter with the spirits of the dead […] "And Pages," he says. "They say it has a taste for the land round Moulin, or the exports that come back from there." […]
700	"Him?" demands September. "There are much more qualified candidates! Myself, for instance!"
720	"Her?" demands September. "There are much more qualified candidates! Myself, for instance!"
905, 910	"We shouldnae be encouragin' divided loyalties. Nor makin' this new church a put for money an' other evils."
932	In a rare moment of self-awareness, September says he "dinnae ken enough about th' Chain to support letting the auld man tinker with it."
933, 934	"That sounds like a trick ye mean to play on the workers," September says. "Sounds downright Masterish, this."
1100	"I dinnae think we should be antagonising th' various powers that be out there." September says, reflectively. "We might need 'em one day! If my colleagues have their way and all th' lights go oot, we'll need something to bright th' dark still."
1200	"Ye wouldn't mind London becoming more like them, but then, there's the risk they'll become more like London," says September. "All in all, I'd say nay."