![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
om_janus posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
om_mainRoad-testing her new body, Melissa bumps into Jensen and has a little fun.
Post work-out Mel had shifted into her new female form, New Mel since introducing more names could be confusing. Of course, as Pietro had pointed out confusing could be half the fun of shifting, so she was mostly playing by ear. Today new Mel was in jeans, a cropped top that showed off her pierced navel and flip flops borrowed from Alison . There was even earrings and bracelets, today was a girlie day for sure. It was hard to explain to others but some days just felt like a girl day, some days felt like a boy day but even then the dress/clothing wasn't always dictated completely by the gender of the current body. Confusing but fun, just as Pietro had said.
Heading into the kitchen she was in search of hydration and something to do. It was a rare Saturday off and a beautiful day, staying inside would be criminal surely?
Jensen came into the kitchen in search of a post-run bottle of water. He was half-dancing, head bobbing along, to the work-out playlist blaring over his headphones. Seeing that he wasn’t alone, he gave the girl a wave and boogied his way over to the fridge. He took out a water and then took out his earbuds, dangling them around his neck. “Hey,” he greeted with a friendly grin and turned off his iPod, tucking it away in his pocket. “New here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”
"You could say that." She grinned, brushing her braids behind her shoulders as she turned to smile at him. Since Mel was a known name she thought fast "Donna." Donovan- Donna the leap was obvious. Not a permanent name to use, just some fun for five minutes.
"I've seen you around though, what were you listening to there?"
Jensen kept a close eye on the school’s message board and the name didn’t sound familiar to him. Definitely new then. Or shy. Or a little of both. “Fortunate Son,” he answered. “Creedence Clearwater Revival. It was Black Betty before that. It was my workout playlist.”
“I knew a Donna. Well, I went to school with a Donna.” Jensen cracked the top of his water and took a sip. “I think Regina George may have been based on her.”
"Heard of them, Creedence I mean, but don't really know them." She admitted as she moved towards the fridge. Being so short was seriously weird. "And as for Regina George, mean girls right? Well I can safely promise to be much nicer than that!" A little fun with no malicious intent was hardly mean girl behaviour after all.
“So far so good!” Jensen said with a grin. He moved away from the fridge so Donna could get to it and leaned against the nearby counter. “I’m sure it was a her thing and not a general Donna thing. There have been plenty of nice Donnas out there. Donna Summers, for example. And Donna Noble.” He took another drink for the bottle and then screwed the cap back on.
"Hmm, seems I have quite a name to live up to." She agreed with a nod. "What about you?"
“Not a lot of Jensens, plenty of Jakes though,” Jensen answered. He set his bottled water down and then lifted himself up onto the counter, sitting on it with his legs dangling over the edge. “None of them as cool as Donna Noble. You’d think there’d be more since it’s a diminutive of such a common name, but,” he shrugged, “eh.”
"True can't think of many more Donnas, can't think of a huge amount of Jake's either though. Well, there's Jake Gyllenhaal." She pointed out with a smile, leaning against the island counter opposite Jensen. "I guess it depends on who you ask as to who's coolest."
Jensen gave a little nod, conceding the point. “That’s true. And he did some good movies,” he agreed, “but then he was in Prince of Persia too... So I’m gonna give that one an eh still for me. Eh and a half. He’s no Donna Noble anyway.” He held up his hands. “Not that there’s anything wrong with Jake Gyllenhaal if you like him.”
Donna nee Mel laughed a little at that "I've never really given him much thought, to be honest." After all until a recently ever being interested in a guy at all seemed far fetched, now though it was more if a possibility. That flirting with Pietro had actually been really fun after all. "So, other than singing the praises of Donna Noble, what do you do for fun around here? Don't think I've seen you about much." she smiled up at him, sipping her drink.
Was this flirting? It sounded a little bit like flirting. That was the kind of question people asked when they were flirting, wasn’t it? Or maybe not. It was the kind of question people asked just to get to know someone too. ...It was probably that. “Um, I’m on my computer a lot. I play video games, watch movies, read comics, watch the Sox games…” Jensen shrugged, feeling awkward as he tried to think of his hobbies. “I like being outside, so I go running. Back home I’d go hiking and stuff. Big on the And Stuff. I’d try a lot of different things. Went indoor skydiving once, did white water rafting another time… Kind of an adrenaline junkie, I guess. Um, you?”
It wasn't deliberate, calculated flirting it was just sort of coming out that way. Still, she was having fun meeting new people, that was making progress or whatever right? She'd worry about the track record of flirting with the boys later. Well, not worry exactly.
"I love running too actually, field and track's my speciality. Music's my life. Completely. I love it listening, dancing, singing. Everything. Hanging out and stuff. Getting used to the American life."
“How different is it from a British life?” Jensen took a drink of water, lifting his eyebrows inquiringly. “Any culture shock?” he joked. “Or confusion over the bizarre Americans?” He grinned a her.
"Total confusion. You guys call biscuits cookies and I don't even know what the fuck the things you call biscuits even are!" Was laughed back, all of this was totally true. In fact when she ultimately admitted her little ruse the only real lie she'd actually told was that she was new and called Donna. Everything else was true so that was all cool, right? "It's like crazy backwards land, gotta decode everything."
Jensen laughed, “I love that out of all the things you could pick--driving on the wrong side of the road, units of measurement, blatant disregard for the letters U and S--you pick biscuits.” He grinned, “I like the way you think. Excellent priorities,” and took a sip of water. “You’re doing better than I would anyway. The most I know about British culture I learned from Doctor Who. Not the best source.”
“So, what are cookies if you don’t call cookies cookies?
"Biscuits...but there are 'american cookies' too. That's where things get confusing. And you're right there's so much stuff here that's weird, but I'm hungry to right now the biscuits are the issue." As she said it, she helped herself to the Oreos in the cupboard. After tearing open and helping herself offered to him too. "And Doctor Who is a pretty skewed source, yeah, but better than learning from Eastenders or some shit."
Jensen took an Oreo with a grin, “Thanks,” and twisted it open, “No, I meant, if you call cookies biscuits than do you have anything you call cookies?” He licked the frosting off and stuck the two cookie halves back together again. “Also, I was joking. Mostly.” Stealing another Oreo, he repeated the process--Twist, lick, and then eating the cookie.
“Do you like it here at least?” Jensen asked. “I know it can suck being away from home. The whole cultural gap must make that, like, ten times worse.” He was only a state away and he missed his home like crazy. Well, his hometown and his sister anyway.
"I do, yeah. It's a long way from home but that's not always a bad thing." Melissa nodded, watching him with fascination "You know, don't think I've ever seen anyone eat one quite like that!"
Jensen looked over at Donna as he reached for another cookie. “Really?” he asked, surprised. “Never ever? I’ve always eaten Oreos like this. I thought a lot of people did.” He made a thoughtful, amused sound and twisted the cookie open. “Maybe it’s an American thing?” Licking the frosting out, he put the cookie halves back together. “You know how Oreos are also good? Dipped in peanut butter.” He took a bite of the cookie. “You leave the cookie whole when you do that and, damn, dude, it’s fucking good.”
"Now that's something I gotta try!" She decided immediately, moving around him to reach up to the cupboard. She frowned to herself as she found her 5"1 body couldn't actually reach the highest shelf for the peanut butter. Damn.
Jensen took a step out of the way so Donna could lift herself up onto the counter if she wanted. “Do you want a hand?” he asked because even if she could get it herself it felt really fucking rude to just stand here and watch without at least offering to help.
"Just catch me if I fall." She flashed a grin before clambering up onto the shelf. "Actually, gotta tell you something."
Jensen watched as Donna climbed up onto the counter and started digging around in the cabinet for the peanut butter. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” he asked.
Once she'd retrieved the peanut butter, she shifted around so that she was sitting on the counter facing Jensen which actually almost leveled out the height difference.
"So, ok, everything I told you was true except, uh, one little detail." She admitted, really hoping that he would take this with at least a sense of humour. "I'm not a new student. Donna is, whilst a kick ass name, a shorter version of Donovan. My surname. I'm one of the shapeshifters and this is my new body I was road-testing. So still technically new but yeah."
Jensen blinked. “Holy shit, dude,” he said, impressed, starting to grin. “Really? Oh my God, this is so cool.” It was the first time he’d seen a shifter power at work and his little, geek brain was flailing and running around like Kermit the Frog. He poked her arm because, wow, it was her but it wasn’t and it looked so fucking real. “The detail is fucking amazing! It’s, like, a completely realized person instead of looking like some tracing, fake carbon copy of someone. So, which one are you? Eames or Curtis?” He paid attention to the chat network. “Wait. Is it rude to ask that?”
"Not at all. Well, I don't reckon so." Mel assured him before explaining "So far as I know Eames tends to stick to white form and I'm always black so there's a cheats guide for you. Curtis or Melissa Donovan usually though you've really sold me on the name Donna so I think I might have to use that one too now."
She flashed a grin at him and opened the peanut butter before grabbing an oreo from the box he still held. The staring and poking really didn't bother her because it so obviously came from an excited and sincere place. He was just amazed by her power and considering it had taken about 4 months to perfect this body, the appreciation was pretty nice.
Snagging an Oreo, Jensen asked, “Do you prefer one over the other? Curtis or Melissa, I mean? Or Donna?” He dipped the cookie into the jar, scooping out a helping of peanut butter. He took a bite and hummed happily because, fuck, that was good. “Or do you, like, prefer a specific gender pronoun?” He’d been calling her a her, but maybe she’d rather be a he or something else. He wasn’t sure how it worked for a shapeshifter.
"Most people tend to go along with whatever I'm presenting as in that moment but I answer to both of them, and well now possibly Donna, so whatever you're comfortable with, I'm comfortable with." She told him before trying her own peanut dipped oreo. Weirdly, it really worked. "Oh, you are a fucking genius!" She informed him as she ate.
Jensen grinned big, joking, “I do know my junk food.” He finished off his Oreo and reached for another to dunk it into the peanut butter. “And, okay, cool.” He didn’t see why it mattered what he was comfortable with, but if that’s what she wanted, then that’s what he’d go with. “Sooo, what’s shapeshifting like?” He finished off the cookie.
"Pretty cool actually, now that I'm more used to it. What can you do?" They were working their way through the oreos at quite an impressive rate.
“Telekinesis,” Jensen answered and he wiggled his fingers like a wizard casting a spell. “Moving things with my mind.” He floated an Oreo out of the package, catching it out of mid-air ‘cause any excuse to use his powers. Taking a bite, he shrugged, “It’s pretty cool. It’s not shapeshifting or anything, but I like it.” A swig of water and he gestured with the hand that held half a cookie still. “I can do other stuff with it too. Like make shields and these, I don’t even fucking know, psychic blast things.”
"That's more that pretty cool in my book. Doing stuff with your mind, that just...awesome." And a lot more practical in some ways than her power. "Plenty of uses, I bet."
Jensen grinned at the praise. Awesome was a good word for it. He fucking loved it. “Yeah,” he said and nodded, “so far. And I’m still figuring a lot of it out.” He ate another bite of cookie. “But, who isn’t that true for here, right? Everyone’s still figuring their shit out. I mean, it looks like you have the whole shapeshifting thing totally fucking down obviously, but I bet there’s stuff even you haven’t tapped yet.”
"Only got 4 bodies, Eames has millions and can even create clothes. He's even trying wings and shit so, yeah, long way to go. Still very cool though." She agreed, leaning around him to grab her drink again. Cookies and peanut butter made for a pretty dry mouth. "The bodies I do have are awesome though, don't you think?" And once again she got a little bit distracted in checking herself out but, come on, her boobs were fricking awesome!
Jensen laughed and nodded, “Wicked awesome. I mean, I haven’t seen the others but if this one is anything to go by then gold star for you.”
The more Jensen thought about it, the more it occurred to him just how nice shapeshifting had to be. You could be someone else if you wanted. Completely reinvent yourself, even if just for a little while. How many times had he wished that Jake Jensen could just disappear and become someone better?
“You think you’ll work your way up to wings?” Jensen asked and then tried to figure out how that would work, given that wings were complicated as fuck and technically it wasn’t just those alone that gave a bird flight.
"I'm a long way off even trying that. I'm the second rate shifter in this place to be honest. It took me a long time to even be able to change to anything beyond my original default girl form. Eames, well, he changes and creates constantly." She loved her mutation but couldn't really help the envy over Eames power and control. "You, uh, wanna see my other girl body?" Since she couldn't change her clothes like Eames she was effectively stuck as girl for the moment.
“You mean do I want to see your shapeshifter ability work? Psh, nah, who’d wanna see that?” Jensen deadpanned and then broke into a big, excited grin a beat later. “Dude, of course I want to see your other body!” Grabbing an Oreo, he stuck it half in his mouth, holding it there, and took a step back to get a full look at Donna like he would if she was trying on a new outfit. He gestured for her to go for it, still grinning.
Although it took a fair bit of energy to change, she was well practiced in it by then. Soon there was a fluttering about her whole body, feeling halfway between butterflies in the stomach and pins and needles, and then Original Mel sat before Jensen. Original Mel with a few modifications to incorporate the piercings added she'd added, also the pink and blonde dreads just because they suited her outfit and mood for today.
"You've probably seen this body around school. For a long while this was the only one I could do other than my default male." She told him.
Jensen let out a laugh. “That,” he said, clearly impressed, “Is. Awesome. Seriously, beyond fucking cool, dude. There is no way you can get away with calling this second rate.” He stepped back in, putting his half-finished cookie down on the counter as he peered at her with an excited curiosity. “How does it work? Do you just visualize what you want to look like? I wonder if it’s like a chameleon and you have all these fucking nifty specialized cells like their chromatophores.”
"You'd have to ask Moira, I've never really asked to be honest." She admitted, really enjoying the attention since it wasn't leering and pervy. It was just obvious wonder. "It's sort of hard to explain it, it's visualization and focus and a lot of work."
“I bet,” Jensen said with a grin and then shook his head, amazed by superpowers and science and all the cool things EVER. “Man, how could you not have asked Moira yet? This is so cool. You’ll have to tell me if you figure it out, yeah? I bet you’re totally a super chameleon. Badass, super chameleon.” He made a face. “Ugh. That’d be a terrible codename. Cool power, reaaaaaaally bad codename.”
"Careful, we have a lizard kid going by 'Anole' remember." And Victor seemed to at times be quite sensitive about he looks still, understandably though. "But sure I will, I've only in the last few months started understanding and being able to play with the power. Always cool to show off to an audience though." She was still grinning widely, it was fun to be appreciated ok?
“Well, Anole is different. That, unlike Badass, Super Chameleon, is a cool codename.” Which was obvious to Jensen, but he could see where the confusion lay.
Jensen grabbed a final cookie, twisting it open. “Showing off is part of the fun of having super powers,” he said with a grin. “That’s cool though. If you got down that stuff in only a few months, imagine the awesome stuff you’ll be able to do in a few more months. You’ll be fucking unstoppable, dude. T-1000 who?”
"You too, yours are awesome an'all. In a few months we'll both be on another level." She stole a little peanut butter with her index finger and licked it clean. "You know we totally need to hang out more. All this mutual ego stroking plus you got awesome taste in snacks too."
Jensen grinned. “I am an excellent stroker.” The realization of how that sounded bloomed on his features and an awkward pause was followed by an even more awkwardly added, “Of egos.” He cleared his throat and went on like that disaster never even happened. Nope, totally cools-ville here. “But, yeah, hanging out more would be cool. You like video games? We should play some time.”
She was already laughing at the comment and maybe slightly enjoying that image. Apparently the whole not being closed minded to guys thing she'd talk to Pietro about was really becoming an actual thing. Interesting.
As she hopped down from the counter, she changed back to the teenie pixie of a new body for the moment nicknamed Donna. "Who doesn't love em? What's your poison?"
“The better question would be what isn’t,” Jensen replied as he started to clean up the mess left from their snack. “I play almost everything. I own a PS3 and a 360,” refurbished by yours truly, “if that helps narrow it down any.” He put the Oreos and peanut butter jar back in their respective cabinets and then turned around leaning back against the counter. “You?”
"Well, back home I got them all coz I guess it was one of the perks of being 'Britain's Hope and Glory' for the Olympics but I couldn't bring any of that with me." She told him with obvious regret. "So right now just the consoles in the rec room. Know what I miss though? I actually had an old Super Nintendo my Grandad gave me. Used to be my uncle's or whatever. Still ran perfect, well perfect as it ever did."
Jensen grinned, “Like the classics then, huh? Nice, dude. The first system I ever owned was an SNES. I found it in a dumpster. Took it home and repaired it. All it needed as a few replacement parts and it ran like new.” That was until his bad took a hammer to it to punish him for not coming when he was called.
"Nothing quite like going old school. I mean yeah, graphics now are amazing but nostalgia wins everytime with me. Hands down." She told him before stretching a little and continuing "You know I had planned to do something outside but right now I'm thinking you and me need to start playing. You got yours here?"
“Nah, it’s gone now,” Jensen replied with a shrug. “I play most of the old stuff on an emulator nowadays. I have my 360 and PS3 here though, so we can play on either of those if you’re feeling up for it.” Personally, he was always feeling up for video games.
The feeling was entirely mutual. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Post work-out Mel had shifted into her new female form, New Mel since introducing more names could be confusing. Of course, as Pietro had pointed out confusing could be half the fun of shifting, so she was mostly playing by ear. Today new Mel was in jeans, a cropped top that showed off her pierced navel and flip flops borrowed from Alison . There was even earrings and bracelets, today was a girlie day for sure. It was hard to explain to others but some days just felt like a girl day, some days felt like a boy day but even then the dress/clothing wasn't always dictated completely by the gender of the current body. Confusing but fun, just as Pietro had said.
Heading into the kitchen she was in search of hydration and something to do. It was a rare Saturday off and a beautiful day, staying inside would be criminal surely?
Jensen came into the kitchen in search of a post-run bottle of water. He was half-dancing, head bobbing along, to the work-out playlist blaring over his headphones. Seeing that he wasn’t alone, he gave the girl a wave and boogied his way over to the fridge. He took out a water and then took out his earbuds, dangling them around his neck. “Hey,” he greeted with a friendly grin and turned off his iPod, tucking it away in his pocket. “New here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”
"You could say that." She grinned, brushing her braids behind her shoulders as she turned to smile at him. Since Mel was a known name she thought fast "Donna." Donovan- Donna the leap was obvious. Not a permanent name to use, just some fun for five minutes.
"I've seen you around though, what were you listening to there?"
Jensen kept a close eye on the school’s message board and the name didn’t sound familiar to him. Definitely new then. Or shy. Or a little of both. “Fortunate Son,” he answered. “Creedence Clearwater Revival. It was Black Betty before that. It was my workout playlist.”
“I knew a Donna. Well, I went to school with a Donna.” Jensen cracked the top of his water and took a sip. “I think Regina George may have been based on her.”
"Heard of them, Creedence I mean, but don't really know them." She admitted as she moved towards the fridge. Being so short was seriously weird. "And as for Regina George, mean girls right? Well I can safely promise to be much nicer than that!" A little fun with no malicious intent was hardly mean girl behaviour after all.
“So far so good!” Jensen said with a grin. He moved away from the fridge so Donna could get to it and leaned against the nearby counter. “I’m sure it was a her thing and not a general Donna thing. There have been plenty of nice Donnas out there. Donna Summers, for example. And Donna Noble.” He took another drink for the bottle and then screwed the cap back on.
"Hmm, seems I have quite a name to live up to." She agreed with a nod. "What about you?"
“Not a lot of Jensens, plenty of Jakes though,” Jensen answered. He set his bottled water down and then lifted himself up onto the counter, sitting on it with his legs dangling over the edge. “None of them as cool as Donna Noble. You’d think there’d be more since it’s a diminutive of such a common name, but,” he shrugged, “eh.”
"True can't think of many more Donnas, can't think of a huge amount of Jake's either though. Well, there's Jake Gyllenhaal." She pointed out with a smile, leaning against the island counter opposite Jensen. "I guess it depends on who you ask as to who's coolest."
Jensen gave a little nod, conceding the point. “That’s true. And he did some good movies,” he agreed, “but then he was in Prince of Persia too... So I’m gonna give that one an eh still for me. Eh and a half. He’s no Donna Noble anyway.” He held up his hands. “Not that there’s anything wrong with Jake Gyllenhaal if you like him.”
Donna nee Mel laughed a little at that "I've never really given him much thought, to be honest." After all until a recently ever being interested in a guy at all seemed far fetched, now though it was more if a possibility. That flirting with Pietro had actually been really fun after all. "So, other than singing the praises of Donna Noble, what do you do for fun around here? Don't think I've seen you about much." she smiled up at him, sipping her drink.
Was this flirting? It sounded a little bit like flirting. That was the kind of question people asked when they were flirting, wasn’t it? Or maybe not. It was the kind of question people asked just to get to know someone too. ...It was probably that. “Um, I’m on my computer a lot. I play video games, watch movies, read comics, watch the Sox games…” Jensen shrugged, feeling awkward as he tried to think of his hobbies. “I like being outside, so I go running. Back home I’d go hiking and stuff. Big on the And Stuff. I’d try a lot of different things. Went indoor skydiving once, did white water rafting another time… Kind of an adrenaline junkie, I guess. Um, you?”
It wasn't deliberate, calculated flirting it was just sort of coming out that way. Still, she was having fun meeting new people, that was making progress or whatever right? She'd worry about the track record of flirting with the boys later. Well, not worry exactly.
"I love running too actually, field and track's my speciality. Music's my life. Completely. I love it listening, dancing, singing. Everything. Hanging out and stuff. Getting used to the American life."
“How different is it from a British life?” Jensen took a drink of water, lifting his eyebrows inquiringly. “Any culture shock?” he joked. “Or confusion over the bizarre Americans?” He grinned a her.
"Total confusion. You guys call biscuits cookies and I don't even know what the fuck the things you call biscuits even are!" Was laughed back, all of this was totally true. In fact when she ultimately admitted her little ruse the only real lie she'd actually told was that she was new and called Donna. Everything else was true so that was all cool, right? "It's like crazy backwards land, gotta decode everything."
Jensen laughed, “I love that out of all the things you could pick--driving on the wrong side of the road, units of measurement, blatant disregard for the letters U and S--you pick biscuits.” He grinned, “I like the way you think. Excellent priorities,” and took a sip of water. “You’re doing better than I would anyway. The most I know about British culture I learned from Doctor Who. Not the best source.”
“So, what are cookies if you don’t call cookies cookies?
"Biscuits...but there are 'american cookies' too. That's where things get confusing. And you're right there's so much stuff here that's weird, but I'm hungry to right now the biscuits are the issue." As she said it, she helped herself to the Oreos in the cupboard. After tearing open and helping herself offered to him too. "And Doctor Who is a pretty skewed source, yeah, but better than learning from Eastenders or some shit."
Jensen took an Oreo with a grin, “Thanks,” and twisted it open, “No, I meant, if you call cookies biscuits than do you have anything you call cookies?” He licked the frosting off and stuck the two cookie halves back together again. “Also, I was joking. Mostly.” Stealing another Oreo, he repeated the process--Twist, lick, and then eating the cookie.
“Do you like it here at least?” Jensen asked. “I know it can suck being away from home. The whole cultural gap must make that, like, ten times worse.” He was only a state away and he missed his home like crazy. Well, his hometown and his sister anyway.
"I do, yeah. It's a long way from home but that's not always a bad thing." Melissa nodded, watching him with fascination "You know, don't think I've ever seen anyone eat one quite like that!"
Jensen looked over at Donna as he reached for another cookie. “Really?” he asked, surprised. “Never ever? I’ve always eaten Oreos like this. I thought a lot of people did.” He made a thoughtful, amused sound and twisted the cookie open. “Maybe it’s an American thing?” Licking the frosting out, he put the cookie halves back together. “You know how Oreos are also good? Dipped in peanut butter.” He took a bite of the cookie. “You leave the cookie whole when you do that and, damn, dude, it’s fucking good.”
"Now that's something I gotta try!" She decided immediately, moving around him to reach up to the cupboard. She frowned to herself as she found her 5"1 body couldn't actually reach the highest shelf for the peanut butter. Damn.
Jensen took a step out of the way so Donna could lift herself up onto the counter if she wanted. “Do you want a hand?” he asked because even if she could get it herself it felt really fucking rude to just stand here and watch without at least offering to help.
"Just catch me if I fall." She flashed a grin before clambering up onto the shelf. "Actually, gotta tell you something."
Jensen watched as Donna climbed up onto the counter and started digging around in the cabinet for the peanut butter. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” he asked.
Once she'd retrieved the peanut butter, she shifted around so that she was sitting on the counter facing Jensen which actually almost leveled out the height difference.
"So, ok, everything I told you was true except, uh, one little detail." She admitted, really hoping that he would take this with at least a sense of humour. "I'm not a new student. Donna is, whilst a kick ass name, a shorter version of Donovan. My surname. I'm one of the shapeshifters and this is my new body I was road-testing. So still technically new but yeah."
Jensen blinked. “Holy shit, dude,” he said, impressed, starting to grin. “Really? Oh my God, this is so cool.” It was the first time he’d seen a shifter power at work and his little, geek brain was flailing and running around like Kermit the Frog. He poked her arm because, wow, it was her but it wasn’t and it looked so fucking real. “The detail is fucking amazing! It’s, like, a completely realized person instead of looking like some tracing, fake carbon copy of someone. So, which one are you? Eames or Curtis?” He paid attention to the chat network. “Wait. Is it rude to ask that?”
"Not at all. Well, I don't reckon so." Mel assured him before explaining "So far as I know Eames tends to stick to white form and I'm always black so there's a cheats guide for you. Curtis or Melissa Donovan usually though you've really sold me on the name Donna so I think I might have to use that one too now."
She flashed a grin at him and opened the peanut butter before grabbing an oreo from the box he still held. The staring and poking really didn't bother her because it so obviously came from an excited and sincere place. He was just amazed by her power and considering it had taken about 4 months to perfect this body, the appreciation was pretty nice.
Snagging an Oreo, Jensen asked, “Do you prefer one over the other? Curtis or Melissa, I mean? Or Donna?” He dipped the cookie into the jar, scooping out a helping of peanut butter. He took a bite and hummed happily because, fuck, that was good. “Or do you, like, prefer a specific gender pronoun?” He’d been calling her a her, but maybe she’d rather be a he or something else. He wasn’t sure how it worked for a shapeshifter.
"Most people tend to go along with whatever I'm presenting as in that moment but I answer to both of them, and well now possibly Donna, so whatever you're comfortable with, I'm comfortable with." She told him before trying her own peanut dipped oreo. Weirdly, it really worked. "Oh, you are a fucking genius!" She informed him as she ate.
Jensen grinned big, joking, “I do know my junk food.” He finished off his Oreo and reached for another to dunk it into the peanut butter. “And, okay, cool.” He didn’t see why it mattered what he was comfortable with, but if that’s what she wanted, then that’s what he’d go with. “Sooo, what’s shapeshifting like?” He finished off the cookie.
"Pretty cool actually, now that I'm more used to it. What can you do?" They were working their way through the oreos at quite an impressive rate.
“Telekinesis,” Jensen answered and he wiggled his fingers like a wizard casting a spell. “Moving things with my mind.” He floated an Oreo out of the package, catching it out of mid-air ‘cause any excuse to use his powers. Taking a bite, he shrugged, “It’s pretty cool. It’s not shapeshifting or anything, but I like it.” A swig of water and he gestured with the hand that held half a cookie still. “I can do other stuff with it too. Like make shields and these, I don’t even fucking know, psychic blast things.”
"That's more that pretty cool in my book. Doing stuff with your mind, that just...awesome." And a lot more practical in some ways than her power. "Plenty of uses, I bet."
Jensen grinned at the praise. Awesome was a good word for it. He fucking loved it. “Yeah,” he said and nodded, “so far. And I’m still figuring a lot of it out.” He ate another bite of cookie. “But, who isn’t that true for here, right? Everyone’s still figuring their shit out. I mean, it looks like you have the whole shapeshifting thing totally fucking down obviously, but I bet there’s stuff even you haven’t tapped yet.”
"Only got 4 bodies, Eames has millions and can even create clothes. He's even trying wings and shit so, yeah, long way to go. Still very cool though." She agreed, leaning around him to grab her drink again. Cookies and peanut butter made for a pretty dry mouth. "The bodies I do have are awesome though, don't you think?" And once again she got a little bit distracted in checking herself out but, come on, her boobs were fricking awesome!
Jensen laughed and nodded, “Wicked awesome. I mean, I haven’t seen the others but if this one is anything to go by then gold star for you.”
The more Jensen thought about it, the more it occurred to him just how nice shapeshifting had to be. You could be someone else if you wanted. Completely reinvent yourself, even if just for a little while. How many times had he wished that Jake Jensen could just disappear and become someone better?
“You think you’ll work your way up to wings?” Jensen asked and then tried to figure out how that would work, given that wings were complicated as fuck and technically it wasn’t just those alone that gave a bird flight.
"I'm a long way off even trying that. I'm the second rate shifter in this place to be honest. It took me a long time to even be able to change to anything beyond my original default girl form. Eames, well, he changes and creates constantly." She loved her mutation but couldn't really help the envy over Eames power and control. "You, uh, wanna see my other girl body?" Since she couldn't change her clothes like Eames she was effectively stuck as girl for the moment.
“You mean do I want to see your shapeshifter ability work? Psh, nah, who’d wanna see that?” Jensen deadpanned and then broke into a big, excited grin a beat later. “Dude, of course I want to see your other body!” Grabbing an Oreo, he stuck it half in his mouth, holding it there, and took a step back to get a full look at Donna like he would if she was trying on a new outfit. He gestured for her to go for it, still grinning.
Although it took a fair bit of energy to change, she was well practiced in it by then. Soon there was a fluttering about her whole body, feeling halfway between butterflies in the stomach and pins and needles, and then Original Mel sat before Jensen. Original Mel with a few modifications to incorporate the piercings added she'd added, also the pink and blonde dreads just because they suited her outfit and mood for today.
"You've probably seen this body around school. For a long while this was the only one I could do other than my default male." She told him.
Jensen let out a laugh. “That,” he said, clearly impressed, “Is. Awesome. Seriously, beyond fucking cool, dude. There is no way you can get away with calling this second rate.” He stepped back in, putting his half-finished cookie down on the counter as he peered at her with an excited curiosity. “How does it work? Do you just visualize what you want to look like? I wonder if it’s like a chameleon and you have all these fucking nifty specialized cells like their chromatophores.”
"You'd have to ask Moira, I've never really asked to be honest." She admitted, really enjoying the attention since it wasn't leering and pervy. It was just obvious wonder. "It's sort of hard to explain it, it's visualization and focus and a lot of work."
“I bet,” Jensen said with a grin and then shook his head, amazed by superpowers and science and all the cool things EVER. “Man, how could you not have asked Moira yet? This is so cool. You’ll have to tell me if you figure it out, yeah? I bet you’re totally a super chameleon. Badass, super chameleon.” He made a face. “Ugh. That’d be a terrible codename. Cool power, reaaaaaaally bad codename.”
"Careful, we have a lizard kid going by 'Anole' remember." And Victor seemed to at times be quite sensitive about he looks still, understandably though. "But sure I will, I've only in the last few months started understanding and being able to play with the power. Always cool to show off to an audience though." She was still grinning widely, it was fun to be appreciated ok?
“Well, Anole is different. That, unlike Badass, Super Chameleon, is a cool codename.” Which was obvious to Jensen, but he could see where the confusion lay.
Jensen grabbed a final cookie, twisting it open. “Showing off is part of the fun of having super powers,” he said with a grin. “That’s cool though. If you got down that stuff in only a few months, imagine the awesome stuff you’ll be able to do in a few more months. You’ll be fucking unstoppable, dude. T-1000 who?”
"You too, yours are awesome an'all. In a few months we'll both be on another level." She stole a little peanut butter with her index finger and licked it clean. "You know we totally need to hang out more. All this mutual ego stroking plus you got awesome taste in snacks too."
Jensen grinned. “I am an excellent stroker.” The realization of how that sounded bloomed on his features and an awkward pause was followed by an even more awkwardly added, “Of egos.” He cleared his throat and went on like that disaster never even happened. Nope, totally cools-ville here. “But, yeah, hanging out more would be cool. You like video games? We should play some time.”
She was already laughing at the comment and maybe slightly enjoying that image. Apparently the whole not being closed minded to guys thing she'd talk to Pietro about was really becoming an actual thing. Interesting.
As she hopped down from the counter, she changed back to the teenie pixie of a new body for the moment nicknamed Donna. "Who doesn't love em? What's your poison?"
“The better question would be what isn’t,” Jensen replied as he started to clean up the mess left from their snack. “I play almost everything. I own a PS3 and a 360,” refurbished by yours truly, “if that helps narrow it down any.” He put the Oreos and peanut butter jar back in their respective cabinets and then turned around leaning back against the counter. “You?”
"Well, back home I got them all coz I guess it was one of the perks of being 'Britain's Hope and Glory' for the Olympics but I couldn't bring any of that with me." She told him with obvious regret. "So right now just the consoles in the rec room. Know what I miss though? I actually had an old Super Nintendo my Grandad gave me. Used to be my uncle's or whatever. Still ran perfect, well perfect as it ever did."
Jensen grinned, “Like the classics then, huh? Nice, dude. The first system I ever owned was an SNES. I found it in a dumpster. Took it home and repaired it. All it needed as a few replacement parts and it ran like new.” That was until his bad took a hammer to it to punish him for not coming when he was called.
"Nothing quite like going old school. I mean yeah, graphics now are amazing but nostalgia wins everytime with me. Hands down." She told him before stretching a little and continuing "You know I had planned to do something outside but right now I'm thinking you and me need to start playing. You got yours here?"
“Nah, it’s gone now,” Jensen replied with a shrug. “I play most of the old stuff on an emulator nowadays. I have my 360 and PS3 here though, so we can play on either of those if you’re feeling up for it.” Personally, he was always feeling up for video games.
The feeling was entirely mutual. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
