Space is the Place

I'm jotting down a few notes, conscious that doing so could slow the game down and trying to keep circumstances moving as I scribble. 'Are you thinking about questions to ask', I say to the players, referring to the mercenaries they've just captured, 'or are you staring in to space?'

'Huh, we could be thinking about that. I was glazing over.' And this is why interrogations end up as tea parties.

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