Bodhi is here, by his own choice. Despite it being all a little out of his comfort zone - pilots were not welcomed to the grander events of the Empire, given their rank. Not like he would have enjoyed that atmosphere of all those officials in one room, being all... Imperial, but - details.
Either way, despite some of the stories passed through the ranks, he can't imagine any sort of function like - well, this. Particularly not within the structured ranks, all of those pressed uniforms would never be the same.
The color rave is an odd celebration. But he has to admit, it's eye-catching, and everyone is seemingly enjoying themselves and Bodhi isn't all that stunned by getting doused with some of the colored pigments. The effects contained within have him a little more open to join in, friendly.
He scrubs some of the blue off, a puff of it rising in the air near Cullen. Someone looking like he's not sure he wants to be here.
color rave
Either way, despite some of the stories passed through the ranks, he can't imagine any sort of function like - well, this. Particularly not within the structured ranks, all of those pressed uniforms would never be the same.
The color rave is an odd celebration. But he has to admit, it's eye-catching, and everyone is seemingly enjoying themselves and Bodhi isn't all that stunned by getting doused with some of the colored pigments. The effects contained within have him a little more open to join in, friendly.
He scrubs some of the blue off, a puff of it rising in the air near Cullen. Someone looking like he's not sure he wants to be here.
"Hey. Ah, sorry-"