Only one thought was in Poe's mind right at this particular moment - Why in the hell was there a freaking social and why in the hell was everyone going along with it? They were Force only knows where on a floating space station - and boy the idea of being on a weird space station in a galaxy he never even knew existed and where it was placed compared to his own home isn't particularly pleasant considering the circumstances. Sure, it was floating empty, and that in itself was a bad thing, but there were more pressing matters on his mind, people at stake, worlds on the edge of destruction or enslavement or what have you. He couldn't stay here. Why would anyone even someone who fancied themself or wanted to act as if they fancied themself a god would pull his ass into a weird social experiment?
Poe couldn't help but try tugging at the collar - was that even a collar - as he scanned the room. He couldn't believe all of these people were in the same situation as he was and all of them seemed just as lost and confused as he was.
He supposes that collar notwithstanding, this beats wearing the battered and filthy clothing he had arrived in. He was sure that he would be pouring salt out of his boots until the end of the time and he couldn't be sure that there was enough time to even attempt getting those even close to clean. That still doesn't mean that Poe was thrilled them. In fact, he felt they, despite the bright colors, made him feel like he was a part of something that... wasn't good? His mind went to the First Order. The perfectly starched dress uniforms that the officers wore as they looked like they had a stick covered in dung attached to their faces and positioned to be under their noses. He'd never say it, but he missed the laxer dress code of the Resistance - where it was be dressed within reason and everyone attached patches and other accessories to their clothes - hell, he missed the orange pilot uniform. At least that never made me feel like he was choking.
Then his thoughts were interrupted by the individual who had been standing only a short distance away and now had bumped into him suddenly. Then she curtseys and he can only stare at her in some shock and a slightly raised eyebrow. She looks young, a girl, and feels a surge of anger. So even this Q person was depraved enough to kidnap teenagers. He thinks there's another one, a boy, standing around across the room too. Q couldn't even manage to meet a bar that was lower than Poe's own shadow.
"It's alright. No harm done. Are you alright?" He manages, trying to give her a smile as he speaks then he eyes her cup, it looks like some sort of tea and he feels worried that she may have burned herself, "You didn't spill any of your drink?"
Re: For Poe?
Poe couldn't help but try tugging at the collar - was that even a collar - as he scanned the room. He couldn't believe all of these people were in the same situation as he was and all of them seemed just as lost and confused as he was.
He supposes that collar notwithstanding, this beats wearing the battered and filthy clothing he had arrived in. He was sure that he would be pouring salt out of his boots until the end of the time and he couldn't be sure that there was enough time to even attempt getting those even close to clean. That still doesn't mean that Poe was thrilled them. In fact, he felt they, despite the bright colors, made him feel like he was a part of something that... wasn't good? His mind went to the First Order. The perfectly starched dress uniforms that the officers wore as they looked like they had a stick covered in dung attached to their faces and positioned to be under their noses. He'd never say it, but he missed the laxer dress code of the Resistance - where it was be dressed within reason and everyone attached patches and other accessories to their clothes - hell, he missed the orange pilot uniform. At least that never made me feel like he was choking.
Then his thoughts were interrupted by the individual who had been standing only a short distance away and now had bumped into him suddenly. Then she curtseys and he can only stare at her in some shock and a slightly raised eyebrow. She looks young, a girl, and feels a surge of anger. So even this Q person was depraved enough to kidnap teenagers. He thinks there's another one, a boy, standing around across the room too. Q couldn't even manage to meet a bar that was lower than Poe's own shadow.
"It's alright. No harm done. Are you alright?" He manages, trying to give her a smile as he speaks then he eyes her cup, it looks like some sort of tea and he feels worried that she may have burned herself, "You didn't spill any of your drink?"