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Removing her arm, Sheryl twirled around on the spot, somehow managing not to fall over her own feet. She'd had slightly too muck of the bleepka, which wasn't alcoholic in itself, but she had a low tolerance even for synthetic alcohol. It was a miracle she wasn't passed out in a corner by now.

Sheryl grinned at the newcomer, her eyes slightly unfocused, "is that a flight suit you're wearing? I guess that you're a pilot then."

She staggered over to the orange-clad woman and slung a friendly, perhaps too much so, arm over her shoulder. "I like pilots. Wanna get to know each other better?"

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.

"Be careful with it, though." She then proceeds to take out a notepad and pen, preparing to write down the results of that experiment.

"Hello," she says, sipping from a glass of Bleepka. "I like your costume."

The Piper feels the briefest impulse to reach for her purse, then realizes she doesn't have a purse. "It's something by Blaise, isn't it?"

[OOC: Am I recognizing it right? When I think of "Marquis" and "music" together, this is what comes to mind.]

The Marquis smiles, cat-like, and takes a penny-whistle from inside his coat. He plays a few notes, before making it disappear again.

"Do you know that one?"

It's a fantastic book. And a good TV series, too.

The Piper grabbed another piece of chocolate. "I can't hit any note higher than an E, but I can play the lower songs fairly well."

[OOC: I love Neverwhere!]

I recognize the title, but my experience with Gaiman has been mixed. As in, I quite enjoyed Good Omens and Stardust, but I put down American Gods barely a dozen pages in. Based on that, do you think I'd enjoy Neverwhere?

From what canon hails The Marquis? He seems like such a fascinating character.

The Marquis smiles at the girl, and gestures to the spread.

"There's plenty to go around, I'm sure."

Leaning over her to take some chocolate for himself, he notices the case attached to her scarf/belt.

"A musician, are you?"

Sheryl snapped, "that my singing is so good that even giant alien space bugs appreciate it. I protected my adopted home from enemies with my songs, at the risk of my own life. What has 'nuclear fuzz-grunge', whatever that is, ever done for humanity?" Sheryl's hair was practically standing on end, her eyes somehow flashing angrily in the dim lighting. Hiro's comment hadn't quite been quiet enough for the pro singer to miss.

"I'm sure it will be just lovely..." Hiro mutters sarcastically (and very quietly). Vocals, especially female vocals, are not what he considers "music". He'd much rather be listening to the distortion and feedback of nuclear fuzz-grunge.

jIyajbe'.

Oú, en français, je ne comprends pas.

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.

Are you a troll, spambot, or just strange?

I throw my double-bladed spork at you.

(It's called a spork, but it actually has a fork/knife combo on one end and a spoon on the other.)

Wolfram looked over to the drinks table to see if they had anything decent by his, admittably high, standards. "But I'm not a big drinker."

"Well, it's handy that I'm human then, isn't it?" Faris grinned at Wolfram. "And I can tell you Syldra appreciates his share of the beer and other delicacies, too, though a' course he can catch his own, too." He snagged a root beer and glanced at the drinks table to see if they had some proper alcohol. "So, if you don't like this stuff, what do you like?"

Sheryl scowled at the candy-throwing maniac and brushed the offending missile out of her long two-toned hair.

"If you're lucky, and providing I don't get hit with any more projectile candy, I may give you all a song later. I am the Galaxy Fairy, one of the most famous songstresses in the entire galaxy after all."

Wolfram approached Chani and Faris, grabbing a candy from the bowl and eating it. "If it's human beer I doubt it's safe to drink."

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