this should be fun

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

It had always been amusing to her, to experience the reactions of others whenever she did a mimic of their voice. It wasn't something she would do often unless she had to demonstrate or completely annoy someone for annoying her first. However, once people had heard their own voice, some could either do without, wondering why they sounded so annoying or others marveled at it all. Either way it allowed Oneyka to find the true beauty in voices, especially when she had to study them close enough to copy. Like for Zoe's for instance, her accent wasn't new to Onnie but it was one that she could never get tired of. She smiled softly, in a form of a thanks to Zoe's compliment.

The compliment Zoe gave to the current look Oneyka had shifted into hadn't made Onnie feel any kind of way. She wasn't offended in the least, as she also thought the girl was beautiful as well. Running her fingers through her now dark brown with blonde highlighted hair, she chuckled as she moved towards Zoe. "Thanks."

Her brows lifted once Zoe held up the camera to her. The fact that she was able to gather all of those shots of Onnie, well; the international student was very impressed. Onnie had never really focused so much on how she looked in between her shifting. To see all of the shots from start to finish kind of made her wonder about her own abilities, as if she hadn't been a mutant most of her life. "They look stunning, really. I'm actually really excited." She glanced another look at the pictures before looking back at Zoe, smiling. "I should be able to toss out one more shift. Was there anything else you needed me to do?"

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

The thanks for the compliment had Zoe flushing slightly. It felt strange: while she still thought Oneyka was pretty, there was just something about the way she looked now that made Zoe feel... different. She brushed it aside though, reminding herself that regardless of what lay on the outside, Oneyka was still the same person underneath it all.

Zoe had the proof of that in the shots, which seemed to impress Oneyka. "Yes, I made sure this camera could do more high-speed shooting, which my older one admittedly wasn't nearly as good at. It works well for this," said Zoe, nodding and shuffling again. "But with the next one, we should try and get a pose of some kind. Can you do that? Um, pose, I mean, while you shift?" she looked up at Oneyka. "You don't need to be still or have a specific movement? It's fine if that's the case: I'll work with you however you are..."

Zoe bit her lip and fidgeted again, figuring that she should be able to speak a little better by now: it wasn't as if Oneyka had done or said anything to make Zoe anything but comfortable... well, beyond the strange effect the particular shape was having.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Onnie had absolutely no knowledge of anything past a simple digital camera and also what was on her phone. So when it came to the more complex and high tech cameras, she assumed that whoever had been behind it would be knowledgeable about it. In this case; would be Zoe, so she trusted that the whole high-speed shooting was a good thing. "I'm glad to hear it. They look brilliant so far." She nodded, smiling at her.

If Zoe wanted her to do poses, Oneyka would be all for it. Poses, movement, and positions were not difficult for her when it came to shifting into another person. All she really needed was a few moments of focus to do an exact replica but if it didn't have to be too exact, then she was used to moving however she wanted. Putting her hands on her hips, she smiled. "I surely can. You, my dear, are asking the right one."

As for Zoe's fidgeting, Onnie had noticed but didn't really think too much of it. Ever since she arrived, Zoe had seemed a bit more like the shyer type and there was nothing wrong with that. Zoe was her own being and Onnie and whoever else would just have to accept that, even during their first meeting. Moving back to the spot Zoe instructed her to stand last time, she looked at the photographer through the reflection of the mirror. "Just let me know when you're ready for me to start."

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

"Yes, they do, don't they?" said Zoe, almost as if she didn't believe it herself. She smiled, looking at the various photos. Even if they stopped there, she'd probably have enough to do an excellent show. Of course, they could certainly continue, which Zoe hoped to do so now.

She pulled away as Oneyka continued, insisting that she could, in fact, do precisely what Zoe had been asking. The photographer nearly let out another squeal of delight, but managed to contain her excitement if slightly. She started walking around, looking at the mirrors she'd assembled and then at Oneyka.

"Right, well, let's use the mirrors," she said, pointing at them then and nodding. "If we could get you looking at yourself? You don't have to look vain, but maybe, well, striking to some degree? If you can manage. Then if you'd shift and sort of watch for a few moments, before looking away, not as if you're disgusted or surprised, but more as if you're accepting yourself?"

Zoe paused, looked at the mirror, nodded, then looked to Oneyka. "Does that... does that make sense? Do you... do you think that would be a good idea? That you could do that?"

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Nodding, she looked at herself through the reflection of the mirrors out of pure habit right when Zoe directed her to do so. She absolutely loved the idea of Zoe wanting to take her photos in this specific spot. Everything about the dance studio not only made her comfortable, it opened her eyes every time she took part in whatever she did within it. And it would always amaze her how something as simple as mirrors could create so much.

She looked towards Zoe, "It makes perfect sense. I think its a great idea, actually, I should be able to do every single look and movement as you'd want me to." It didn't sound difficult to her but she was sure if anything was done incorrectly, Zoe could simply redirect her. "I'll start and if you spot me doing it not in a way you wanted, you can shout at me- I won't mind." She chuckled, really; she wouldn't mind.

Looking at her reflection, she tilted her head before lifting it back up and taking a deep breath. Her brown eyes looked up confidently at her newer shift and even though it wasn't really her own "skin" or "body" she tried her best to act as if it was. Imagining the amount of confidence the younger woman may or may had not already have. She continued to look at herself with a few more personal views but her face stayed as striking as she could possibly get it. After a few moments, she started shifting again. She looked down at her feet from where it started and then looked up at herself through the mirror, only to flip her hair as she continued to watch herself shift.

By the time it got to her waist, she started observing her new skin and shape. She even allowed herself to look away from the mirror and herself by the time the shift got up to her chest, almost comfortable now with her new shift. Onnie even smiled softly.

How could you not be comfortable within your skin when you were absolutely beautiful.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe nodded, sighing with relief as Oneyka agreed to each of her instructions. Nothing complicated, nothing that the other girl couldn't do. Good, excellent, they'd be right on target to get through this and get some truly impressive pictures out of the mix. Zoe gestured for Oneyka to begin, figuring that adding any more words was unnecessary at this point. She really wasn't the shouting type, even when fully angered it felt weird.

So she silently moved, even her footfalls feeling soft and gentle as she padded about. The camera moved, whirling to take the pictures and capturing the various movements. She caught the appearance, and then seemed to realize that she was technically taking pictures of someone else's face, which would probably mean that she should find that person and ask her permission at some point.

Not the time. Instead, Zoe adjusted the camera, angling shots, taking them as Oneyka posed. One as she moved, then as she shifted, the camera whirring rapidly to replace one image with the other. The skin started to change, taking on a very pale color as it went. Zoe nodded and --- and began to realize. She let her camera be the guide, letting it take the pictures even as she saw Oneyka became another copy of her.

Then Zoe stared up at, well, herself. It felt decidedly odd, but more eerie then anything else. "that's, um, very flattering," she said, flushing as she looked over herself. At least she didn't find this form attractive. It did draw attention to just how skinny Zoe was. Maybe she should try eating some more...?

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

She kind of enjoyed the sounds that the camera usually made during photo shoots. Of course the ones she was used to were just a tad bit different than Zoe's but it couldn't be that different, could it? It was like the cameras were their own beings, being a part of this whole experiment, just clicking and whirling away in action. Not that she knew what each sound meant exactly but she had somewhat of an idea, which only made her want to do the perfect poses and movements for Zoe.

Smiling softly, she shrugged as she could figure that it was probably an odd experience for Zoe. Most of the time when she shifted to the person who was right next to her, it was kind of the interesting experience. Either they were amazed, scared, flustered, confused, and even angry but all Onnie wanted to do was to show them how they looked from the outside looking in. A mirror could only show you just so much of yourself and the real beauty of it was understanding how people saw you through their eyes but you also understanding that you could take it as it was and learn from it or completely ignore it.

Either way, Oneyka found Zoe to be a very beautiful person and shifting into someone else never really did get old. She chuckled, "I'm sorry if I've disturbed you a bit. It happens a lot when I shift into someone who is right next to me." She spun a bit as she looked at herself in the mirror, "I just couldn't help it, I think you're very pretty." And she said that sincerely.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

"Oh, I'm not... I'm not really disturbed or anything!" protested Zoe. She raised a hand, palm toward Onyeka, waving it to show that she didn't mean offense. "It's just... well, it's not that often that you get to see yourself like..." she gestured at Oneyka. Zoe fell silent for a few more seconds, staring at the girl wearing her form. The compliment had drifted her way as well, causing her to redden and lower her eyes for a moment. She knew that she was pretty: she truly did, but that didn't mean that she didn't feel a slight glowing warmth whenever she heard someone point it out, especially a pretty girl.

"Well, um, thank you, that's... I appreciate it, since you're pretty too and such,' said Zoe, fidgeting again, nearly waving her hand nervously. She swallowed and laughed, looking away for a moment. "I was actually thinking that I looked far too thin. Perhaps I need to eat more," she smiled at the thought, knowing that so many girls struggled so much with that. She just didn't seem to be quite able to actually put on weight.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Nodding her head in agreement, she could understand. Not that she had ever met another shapeshifter who had shifted into her but, seeing yourself in a physical form, other than a mirror was something new to almost everyone. It was one of the few reasons as to why she enjoyed her abilities, allowing others to see themselves in a more tangible form. And of course, the reactions were always priceless but never for the price of another's comfort. Which was why she wanted to make sure Zoe hadn't felt disturbed. Onnie let out a chuckle, "No, I understand completely, Zoe. Trust me, I tend to hear that more than you'd know."

"You're quite welcome." The compliment was not needed but was greatly appreciated and now stood a flattered Oneyka. Looking towards the mirrors, she started checking herself out. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm also pretty thin, and trust me... eating more doesn't help. Especially if you have a high metabolism." Chuckling, Oneyka started shifting back into her original form. "Been there, done that. Mother says to learn to appreciate it one way or another." Shrugging, her attention went back Zoe as she stood in her regular body. After a long while, Oneyka just simply realized that she'd stay thin forever without having to use her abilities.

"Was there anything else you wanted me to do?" Simply asking the grand photographer at hand.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe smiled at the chuckle, feeling some relief start flooding into her body. Oneyka understood, or at least sounded as though she understood, which was enough for Zoe right now. She was thankful that Oneyka did, and that she took that compliment in stride. Zoe just wasn't sure how to really handle that, not without coming off as flirting. Not that she didn't find Oneyka attractive but, well, there just wasn't any real spark for some reason (possibly having to do with both of them being interested in other people after this thread had happened, but that's authorial interjection).

"I'm just not a huge fan of eating," admitted Zoe. She then flushed, realizing how that sounded, a hand coming up to cover her face. Oneyka had mentioned just accepting it, going with your body as it was. Easier said than done, especially when you were a shapeshifter that could change yourself. Zoe knew she'd just be so much better if she could actually put on some weight, or maybe get some bigger breasts, or possibly do something about her ears.

"What? Oh, um," Zoe said, lowering her hand and fidgeting, realizing that she probably should redirect the conversation to what they were actually supposed to be doing there. "I will need to meet with you once I've got all the photographs sorted on my computer, so that you can help me pick out your preferences. But I believe I've got an excellent display already envisioned," Zoe smiled and then took a deep breath, forcing herself to extend a hand. A short handshake wouldn't disturb anyone overmuch, surely. "It's been a pleasure working with you, really."

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

"Oh?" Chuckling, she couldn't imagine anyone not being a fan of eating. Food was just the most amazing thing... ever. Oneyka was a real food junkie herself, as much as she didn't really admit it so openly, she loved food. She was what they now called a "foodie"; someone who had an addiction to looking at food, imagining food, enjoying every type of food. It made her sound fat but clearly it wasn't doing an once of a job on her body. Had she even stopped being active or dancing, she was pretty sure she'd stay as skinny as a stick.

"Food is my heaven and hell but of course; To each it's own." She flashed a simple smile at the girl. The last thing she assumed was that Zoe was the type to turn away food all the time or worse, try to get it out of her system. It wasn't like she looked anorexic or anything of the sorts, she was just skinny and that was perfectly fine.

Moving towards Zoe, she started to grab her things as she listened to the photographer on what would come next. Nodding, she understood. "Sounds wonderful. Just contact me for whatever else you may need, dear." When the hand was extended to her, she reached out and gave her hand a delicate shake. "The feeling's mutual." She smiled, "It was a pleasure finally meeting you as well. It's great, you know... getting to meet nicer people." And with that, she flashed another smile and made her way out of the studio.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe smiled and flushed slightly as Oneyka confessed her obsession with food. She did understand that, at least in a general sort of way. She just didn't like the sensation of feeling overly full, and most heavy foods felt awkward to her. she'd much rather have a light meal and so forth, though she did realize that she'd have to eat more if she really wanted to put on some more weight.

The photographer/poet again pushed the thoughts aside. Now was most definitely not the time for her to be wondering about herself or thinking about something in the future. She smiled and nodded to Oneyka instead, glad to hear that things had gone so well. Zoe took the hand and shook it, trying to look as though shaking hands wasn't that big of a deal for her. She took a deep breath at that, flashing another smile.

Zoe did bade Oneyka farewell, but she didn't see any reason to hold the other girl any longer than that. Zoe stuck around for a little while longer, cleaning up the studio, putting things aright, before nodding and heading out herself, pleased to know that she would have at least one good shoot to work with.