Here is an esper with a maple leaf pin attached to her purse alternating between the snacks and the crowd.

Here is an esper in a nice gold vest and slacks but no shoes, who is examining the cheeses before he notices her.

"Oh hey, Canada too?" 

"Yeah, I'm based in Toronto. You?"

"Winnipeg! But I go all over. We've got an office in Toronto, I'm there every day." He offers a handshake? 

Here is an esper. She's using a hiking pole as an improvised cane and wearing a mask (just an ordinary drugstore mask). Whoever thought the hard part of having superpowers would be not using them? Not Lily, that's for sure.

"Lily. Lilypad," she mutters under her breath, worried she's going to slip up and introduce herself with her regular name.

She won the argument and so her mom is waiting in the Starbucks around the corner, not in here with her. If all these agencies are treating her like a real adult, she's going to have to live up to that. Nerves and all. (Aaaaaaah.)

"What kind of work are you doing?" 

(Handshake) it's pretty meh)

Oh well! 

"I'm in cargo transport, mostly. I've got pretty good range but I'm not that good for rescue, so. How about you? Toronto gets a lot of dungeon traffic compared to the rest of us, right?" 

An awkward and young looking redhead is circulating the crowd, offering fistbumps to everyone with her right hand, even as her left-

Is holding the hand of another young adult, who seems somehow even more scared of the whole party environment. (She keeps encouraging him to offer fistbumps to people, too. More options is probably good, and all.)

"Yeah, I do dungeons. I have a stealth power, so I do scouting and grabbing victims."

Lily heads over to the two espers who just walked in.

"Hi! I'm, uh, Lilypad, nice to meet you," she mumbles.

Fists are not exactly happening for her at the moment but she can offer the back of a vaguely curled hand to tap against the redhead's, and also the boy's.

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"My partner and secondary do dungeons, they're more combat than rescue though. I'm a teleporter, if that wasn't obvious," he adds, laughing a little. 

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A youngish suited esper appears!  His introduction is smooth, as though he's done this dozens of times.  In his head, on the taxi ride over.

"Good afternoon.  Would you like to check for compatibility?"  A hand is half-raised, as though wanting to reach out for a shake but not quite willing to commit to the handshake or whose hand to shake first.

Zei (early twenties, slouching posture, all in semi-formal black) is standing nearish one of the speakers playing music and is slightly surprised (and a little annoyed) to be approached. Which he shouldn't be, this is an esper mixer, but he didn't want to be here anyway, so fuck this.

Still, he offers his hand. 

"Sure, I guess."

Success!  A compatibility test!  Now all Tim needs to do is finalize the handshake and - 

 Zei jerks back from the hand and several more feet away before he even notices what his body is doing!

Tim rips his hand away like he'd touched a hot stove.  Zei's movement startles him and without thinking, he brings his right hand up in a palm-up warding gesture, his left turning to a fist near his breastbone.  His body pivots, his left foot moving to the rear and his right foot forward.

After a moment, though, he realizes that there is in fact no threat and forces his body to relax.  "I am very sorry, I had no idea that was even...even a thing."  He laughs a little nervously and re-normalizes his body language.

"...I've met a couple people I was incompatible with before, but not like that. Fuck," he shakes his hand out, "Guess our backlashes are a lot alike, huh." 

"This is the worst one I've had, too.  Um, not that you're the worst, just.  Our compatibility is the worst together."  Why are words like this.  "Mine's tiredness.  Not the worst way to spend Hell Week, mostly asleep, I'm just glad Maman was around to take me to the hospital or else I wouldn't've been awake enough to get water.  Or food."  Tim carefully stretches his wrist, rotating it while clenching and relaxing his fingers.

"I'm Tim, by the way.  Or Aumento."  Tim begins to offer a handshake before his brain catches up, and he awkwardly puts both hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Zei. Counterweight." His hands are tucked behind him so there was never any danger, at least. "Mine's weakness. You wanna meet my partner? No guarantee it'll work, but it doesn't hurt to try." 

"Yessir.  Where are t..hey?"  TimAumento glances around, surely Zei's Counterweight's partner will be clearly labeled as such.  Great, even the other mixers already have partners.

"She's over here," he waves a hand to get him to follow, heading over to one of the smaller rooms filled with comfortable seating off the main room.

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Over by the cheeses, the blonde shoeless esper is alone again, working his way through a napkin of fancy cheese. 

An antsy looking young esper is on the prowl for people whose fists she has not yet bumped, and comes over to him. (...And takes several little fancy meat slices on a cracker in passing.)

"Heyo. Wendy." Fist held up?