A person dressed entirely in grey and with a headband with ears on and a short tail tied to their belt walks in and starts scratching.

Perhaps including real fleas in this costume was a bad idea...

A short brown-haired girl with alert brown eyes strolls in, looking around casually. 'At least it's not a formal event...' she thinks, glad of being able to wear her orange flight-suit instead of some confining gown.

Jaina Solo, Jedi, pilot, (and pseudo-Goddess, of late) wanders aimlessly, looking for someone to talk to. At least, she feels, this is better than Hapes.

Just fashionably not early.

A girl in a vaguely renaissance-looking green shirt and black leggings walks into the room, fiddling with her belt, which was actually a scarf and ought to be on her head and not her waist. Hanging from the scarf/belt is a case containing a tin whistle. She is absolutely not wearing the same thing she wears to renaissance faires every year, definitely not.

She makes a beeline for the food and descends upon any chocolate she can find, cringing away from any bubble gum or fruity candy.

blue within blue eyes
non-descript sand coloured still suit (enviro tight clothing that doesn:t allow the loss of water).

Goes over to the side board, wonder if there is going to be any spice here? Wonder what would happen if you mixed it with Bleeprin?

LA

There is a young man here who moves with the alert confidence of someone who has won many battles. His long, uneven brown hair is tied back so as to obscure little of his face and less of his vision. However, the blue-and-green mask he wears covers at least enough of his face on its own.

As our imaginary viewer's eyes travel downward, they pause on a blue cape, a slightly battered breastplate over a gray-green tunic, and a worn sword hanging from the man's belt.

After a few moments spent looking around, Felix nods, steps forward a little, and holds out his hand. Those sensitive to magical or psychic phenomena would see a giant ghostly hand spring out from his own, close gently on a cup of Hot Bleepolate, and carry it back to him; those not so sensitive would simply see the cup flying into Felix's hand. He raises the cup to his mouth, but stops as it hits the mask. His other arm moves up into a facepalm.

He- well, as far as anyone can tell- makes for the candy, after a quick look around, and appears to be looking for gold-wrapped coins and possibly just anything that takes his fancy. He's wearing a blue tunic-like shirt, brown trousers and boots, and has a green scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, a bag at his waist, and a sheathed sword. His hair falls just past his shoulders, and is purple.

The blond appeared to be a young man, wearing a blue officer's military uniform and a rapier at his side. Green eyes scanned the room and he crossed his arms petulantly while trying to force back the excited grin on his face.

"Hmpf. A human party? Can't say I'm impressed." The boy kicked one of the pumpkins. "What are all these things doing on the floor? This is so unsanitary!"

The tan, dark-haired young woman sat cross-legged in a corner, her vivid blue eyes watching all warily as she hugged a large bowl of candy to her chest. A long crysknife lay sheathed next to her, and her green tunic and tan trousers were made of a simple, homespun cloth.

"A strange Offworld custom," she mumbled to herself through a mouthful of chocolate, "but a good one."

A young man leans against the wall, arms folded. He's wearing a black eye-mask, a long black trench/frock-coat, high black leather boots, black trousers, a dark red waistcoat and a white frilly shirt, the lace cuffs of which fall over his hands. He's also grinning in a rather worrying manner.

... her nose briefly wrinkling at the papery decor. She ignored it, smoothing her hands down the fabric of her blue dress. Most of the fabric was pulled to gather at the small of her back, where it billowed out dramatically, beautifully, save that it also acted as a dry mop for the dusty floor. Noticing this, she sighed.

"Ah, well," she muttered. "Can clean it later."

Making her way to the centre table, Madame Meru stumbled over a very small pumpkin and proceeded to kick it aside with a scowl. Reaching her goal, she took up a glass of water - yes, water, for now - and looked at her companions over the rim of her thin glasses. "May I presume that we will be guessing one another's identities at the end of this... 'party'?"

A young girl in a red dress sneaks into the party. Her wine-red dress has a flower rosette on one shoulder and small dots of...some glitter-like substance lining the hem. She wears a brown leather belt that looks a bit like a corset.
The girl also has a mask on. It is brown, with peacock and eagle feathers trimming it. She is wearing a little makeup and her black hair is actually combed for once, and done up with a barette.
"I know I look a little Sue-ish right now, but I don't have anything else in the closet right about now," she mutters to anyone who stares at her as she makes her way to the table of bleep drinks, tripping over random pumpkins.

A young man of indeterminate origin enters the room, and leans on a wall a ways away from Sheryl. His face is somewhat asian, but very dark. He wears a black T-shirt with "Cosa Nostra Pizza" printed on the back, and black jeans almost hiding a pair of boots. A katana, in its sheath, is strapped to his hip.

A young woman leaned on the wall, blue eyes closed as she waited for other partygoers to turn up. She wore a short, blue sleeveless dress, which was longer in the back than the front, over a half-sleeved white blouse, with a large pink bow tied around her neck. Her hands and forearms were covered by spotless white gloves, and a chunky bangle dangled from one wrist. Her pink and blonde hair was topped by a blue beret the same colour as her dress, and she wore a pair of tan-coloured knee-length heeled boots on her feet. A half-empty can of soda dangled from one hand as she flipped her hair back to reveal a single earring, an iridescent purple gem hanging delicately within a golden rhombus and connected to her ear by a wire so fine it was invisible but for the single bead halfway down it.