"It's way more backlash to push living things. Er, humans who aren't me, and lab mice, at least. I can push on clothes though. We did it during the government testing thingy. And I can punch holes in things by pushing on tiny parts."

Huh, is she doing craftwork?  At a meetup?  They must have some decent compatibility.  Who's the other girl, I've seen that hair b- oh, that's Wendy, I'm glad she's found someone compatible.  She's doing all that with her power?  I wish I had that kind of fine control no, you're being stupid, you have a live-saving power.   "Good afternoon, Wendy."  Time smiles at the new girl.  "That looks really interesting, do you mind if I watch?"

She looks up at him, her fingers pausing with another chunk of sapphire between them, a paler one this time. 

"...I guess so?"

Some of her general annoyance from earlier has melted away. It's hard to stay that way when being guided this well. 

"It's a really cool demo! Makes me want to try learning to make things. Arts and crafts..."

She holds up a fancy cracker, peering at it... And punches a neat little square hole in it with four thin lines of force. A piece of cracker falls out with a tiny spray of cracker crumbs.

"...Uh... Tim, Sara and I are really compatible. It's kinda distracting. But do you maybe also want to check between each other, you two?"

"Thank you very much."  Okay, she didn't sound thrilled?  But she looks like she's having a good time, maybe that's just the guiding.  Do I stand?  If I pull up a chair, is that intruding too much?  Maybe I'll just wait Wendy's talking.  "Oh!  Congratulations."  It's not weird to be jealous, but it will be weird if you act on that jealousy GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD AND SIT DOWN.  Tim will split the difference between sitting and standing and sit on the edge of his seat.  Fistbump for Sara?  "It's good to meet you, Sara."

"Mm," she will reluctantly let go of Wendy for just a moment so she can bump his fist with her own and then- 

"Eh?" That's not as good as Wendy but it's pretty good! How has she found two people more compatible than Luc at the same mixer. "Are you a new awakening, too?" Perhaps the world is making it up to her all at once. 

Whoah.  This is like Sinkhole!  "Yes'm.  Just a few months ago.  Compatibility's pretty good here, as well.  Er.  Do you want some guiding while you're doing that?"  She's already getting guiding.  "More guiding, that is?"

"Are you and Wendy compatible too? We could make a triangle," she actually giggles, a little, quickly covering it with a hand and a cough. 

"You will have to hold my wrist, though," she notes, "Or I will not be able to make beads."

"Yay! I was kind of worried I wouldn't find anyone. And you two seem like sane, reasonable people, too. Lucky."

"It was pretty slim pickings back home."  Well, except for one.  "I don't mind holding your, er, wrist."  Tim will suit actions to words and get comfy.  If only we could set up a hospital room here, that would be so convenient.  So much potential, wasted.  On the other hand, would it really be that worth it?  Not for anything long-term, I guess.  Ugh.  Tim's looking a little downcast for someone getting double-guided.

She gets more from Sara than Tim. Her compatibility with Tim, though better than with Theo, is kind of paling in comparison to Sara and to a lesser extent... The other guy, Dan or something, she isn't about to take the business card out right now.

She leans up against Sara a bit again.

"Today has been kind of anxious-making."

-oh, she retakes Wendy's hand, too. Her fingers go back to absently rolling one of the hardest stones in the world into a bead, while she basks in the feeling.

"Yes." The success does make the earlier worry seem to melt away some, though.

"I am not very sane, when backlashed," she warns them, then. Her tone doesn't quite match the seriousness of the words. 

"Yeah, it's been a - challenge.  This is my first real mixer.  My backlash isn't much of anything, really, I just get tired.  I lucked out, I suppose."

"Itchy and needing to be squeezed, for me. ... Getting into a which backlash sucks most contest sounds stupid so I'm not gonna do that."

"I lose the contest, save us all some time.  Unless I pass out in a dungeon or something."

"I thought about doing, like, underwater stuff. It'd go well with my backlash, the pressure diving suit. But I don't know that telekinesis is particularly in demand for... Underwater internet cables? Or whatever?"

She would cover the smile on her face, except both her hands are occupied. 

"I, eh, hyperventilate. I feel as though the air is poison and I must get higher to find fresh air. When it is bad enough I simply keep climbing." 

"So I think I could not guide you underwater," she warns, "But we could meet on the surface." 

"Wait, aren't backlashes supposed to be the opposite of each other?  I kind of get Wendy's and mine, but how are you and I this compatible?"  Who the hell designed this system, anyway?

She shrugs! "Perhaps, something about falling asleep? Exhaustion... Weight?" Backlashes are strange. Compatibility is sometimes stranger. 

Wendy is maybe falling asleep a little. It's been a long four days, and a long seven days before that, and this level of guiding is nice.

Tim definitely notices the girl starting to doze.  "She must be jet-lagged or something.  Poor thing.  That honestly sounds like a terrible backlash, I'm sorry you have to go through that.  And for a whole week..."  How does literally anyone survive Hell Week?

"Thank you," he gets a small, wry smile, "It was not fun." 

Sara shifts her weight a little to let Wendy lean on her more and use her shoulder as a pillow. 

"She said she was very new. It must not be long since her hellweek. I was sedated for much of mine, but that is not actually very restful, anyway."

And in French, under her breath, "Particularly when I kept waking up to fight the nurses." 

Tim freezes.  "Quite."