Persuade Feducci/Tables
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Difficulty[edit]
Success Text[edit]
Question before the Board | Success Description |
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1 - 3, 9, 181 - 187 | "I am not as familiar with this terrain as with certain other countries," he says. An allusion to the Elder Continent? At any rate, he waves through the plan. |
4 | "The land is voracious," he says, with a keen and unkind smile. "Let's feed it, then." |
5 | "I have an ambition to go out there myself," he says. It's hard to be sure, but the grin under the bandages looks wolfish. |
7 | "They say Station VIII's a good place to be poisoned," he says. This is approval. |
11 | "Please, yes," says Feducci. "Let us be rid of the Commissioner and her endless pedantry. She will weigh down the debate with history even the Tomb Colonists have forgotten." |
13 | Feducci gives a raspy laugh. "Yes, we can do without Jenny on the board. Her weapons are fierce but her targets are poorly chosen." |
15 | "I believe," says Feducci in a rusty voice, "that we can do without my distinguished successor-but-one." It is popular in London to say that Virginia accomplished more than any mayor since Sinning Jenny herself, and Feducci holds a grudge. |
16 | "By all means, let us rid ourselves of Furnace," says Feducci. "I never understood why we needed to listen to her in the first place." |
20 | Feducci says yes, in a way that suggests he hopes someone will fight him over it. |
100 | Feducci rasps out his agreement to this idea. |
205 - 220 | Feducci refrains from threatening to run you through, which you must interpret as support. |
230 | "A vile idea," says Feducci. "One that encourages the most slovenly behaviour among everyone we might hire in the future... but I can see that I will not win this argument. Very well." |
240 | Feducci agrees to the plan, and offers to help lead the strike-breaking effort himself. He appears to consider members of the Tracklayers Union a limited threat to a person like himself. |
300, 320, 340 | "The Charter could be more definitely worded," says Feducci. "But in substance, I accept." He has a blade handy even during the meeting, which raises the question of how much the Charter is likely to bind him. No matter. |
310, 932 | Feducci says yes, in a way that suggests he hopes someone will fight him over it. |
340 | Feducci's comments on the Church are such as could not be printed in the newspaper. It does not seem that he considers the Church's mission worthy of promotion. |
400 | Feducci's calculations apparently satisfy him about the financial wisdom of such a step. "This should suit," he says, in the hoarse whisper you know is an affectation. Usually he does not bother with such foolishness here. |
500 | "Parabola suits me better than the alternative," says Feducci. "And the train need not spend very long in the realm of the Is-Not. Put the mirrors a short distance apart, on that side..." |
510 | "Have they been deployed in combat, I wonder?" Feducci 's mind is racing ahead to acquiring one for personal use. |
520, 522, 523, 525 - 529 | "If we are not doing it in the way I would recommend, this way will work," admits Feducci. "But my way would have been better." |
620 | "It cannot be a worse idea than some other mayors we have had," says Feducci. Everyone stares in his direction. |
700, 720, 800 | Feducci's expression is hard to read under the bandages, but he doesn't have anything against the idea. |
710 | "He has a fighting spirit," says Feducci. So that's a yes, then. |
850 | If you were expecting enthusiastic solidarity amongst Tomb-Colonists, you are destined for disappointment. But Feducci does not evidently disapprove. |
905 | Feducci shrugs. "Her presence or absence make relatively little difference to me." |
910 | Feducci shrugs. "He manages to keep up his work here with his duties at the Club. I cannot imagine a little church will overtax him." |
940 - 941 | "Very well," says Feducci. He seems relatively uninterested in the whole affair. |
1000 - 1020 | "I have dealt with powers of the Elder Continent," Feducci remarks. Which is apparently to indicate that the Tower does not alarm him. |
1100, 1110 | Feducci lets out a long, throaty chuckle. "Of course I am in favour," he says. "Provided I may sit in the gun-battery when we make our little jaunt." |
1200 | Feducci's expression is hard to read under the bandages, but he doesn't have anything against the idea. |
Failure Text[edit]
Question before the Board | Failure Description |
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1 - 3 | Feducci does not like any suggested route for the train. He agrees that it must go westward, but he does not care for any of the […] directions or terrains. "A flat terrain, with firm soil and no existing inhabitants, would be a better bargain." |
4 | "Those plains kill," he says. "As indeed do many of us. But the Tracklayers may not like it." |
5 | "Those hills are not our territory," he says. "We might be wiser to respect other ownership." |
7 | "Won't it be a great deal of cost and bother?" he demands. "I have serious questions about the cartographical competence of our esteemed fellow director." And he gives you a glance that dares you to strike him. |
9 | Feducci does not like any suggested route for the train. He agrees that it must go westward, but he does not care for any of the available directions or terrains. |
10 | "His Amused Lordship stays." Feducci does not bother to advance an argument. |
12 | Feducci expresses his displeasure with knife-slash to the upper arm. It's more persuasive than most of the arguments advanced by other board members. |
100, 105, 115 - 160 | Feducci reaches for his lance, then pauses. "I disapprove," he says. "Though a poor choice of architecture may not deserve my full duelling power." |
181, 182, 184 - 187 | "No, no, this is all wrong," says Feducci. "The terrain is just not defensible. Where would you put the ramparts?" |
200 | Feducci lays out a counter-proposal: instead of spending the company's money to protect the passengers, why not arm anyone who expects to ride, and let them protect themselves? |
205 | Feducci lays out a counter-proposal: why not strap the passengers' possessions to the roof of the train? |
210 | "A duelling room would be a greater improvement," says Feducci. A few of the others exchange glances. Is he sincere? |
220 | "Break the strike by force," says Feducci. "We cannot be hostage to such demands." |
230 | Feducci's hand goes to his lance and the other to an off-hand dagger. He dislikes this proposal as intensely as any he has ever heard, and he is ready to fight you, and any other comers, here or […] at another location of your choosing […] |
300 | "Nonsense," says Feducci tersely. |
310, 932 | Feducci says no, in a way that suggests he hopes someone will fight him over it. |
320 | Feducci lets it be known that his favourite science is the science of duelling, and that bones are not interesting to him unless they are [...] encased in the body of one of his enemies. [...] none of the other board members particularly wishes to argue with him. |
400 | Feducci has been working out his own accounts for the Company the whole time others have been speaking. Something in the numbers displeases him. |
500 | "I never turn away from danger, but I would not put our trust in the Snakes," says Feducci. |
510 | "A daring exploit," Feducci remarks. "But I don't consider it wise." |
520, 523, 525, 527 - 529 | "I can suggest a superior alternative," says Feducci. "This approach is nonsensical." |
700 - 720 | Matters of inheritance and royal prerogative are just the sort of thing to gall Feducci into action, and he barely hears out the proposal before reaching for his lance. |
800, 850 | Feducci groans. "Why can't we have more adventurous candidates?" […] You get the sense he'd prefer a Union that spent most of its time fighting duels and hunting the stranger beasts of the outer Neath, and ignored the tedious nonsense of the rails. |
905, 910 | Feducci waves a hand. If he has to attend every one of these meetings as a Board member then so should they. |
1000 - 1020 | "One might cooperate, if one cannot fight," says Feducci. "But have we considered demolishing this tower? Explosives and a good set of cannons should do it." |
1100, 1110 | Feducci looks disheartened. "It's not that I disapprove of loading the train with bombard and send it hurtling into the unknown. I just find myself ideologically against the idea of doing it in a place that technically does not exist." |
1200 | Feducci sighs. "Its distance from London is what provides its savour. It would be a pity to ruin that." |
Other Votes | Second paragraph of Failure Description |
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The Wandering Gondolier's Vote | The Wandering Gondolier has, by now, had an opportunity to see how Feducci settles disputes. […] he moves to […] the other side of the table. Feducci smirks in return. "It's not you who's going to have to fight me on this, stripling," he says. |