[Deb Barok]

Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something:
The best people usually are.

Deb wasn't sure what to expect when her power was copied. A twitch? Some sort of sensation that told her it was happening? A drain of energy? But whatever Deb was waiting for, it never came.

Slate eyes met brown ones as they opened once more. Deb let her hand go without complaint, as her attention was now fully on the curious actions of the girl beside her. She looked like she was temporarily puzzled. Though that probably was a normal thing considering she had to figure out the functions of a power from scratch. Deb waited with bated breath. Once the yellow hand prints appeared, a wide grin stretched from ear to ear across her face. She couldn't help but laugh- not at Chandler, but the sight of someone else playing around with her own power.

"Yellow huh? Interesting choice." She teased, yet the look on her face was oddly satisfied. Reaching out, she deftly used her pinky to draw little faces on both of the hand prints. The shirt was already marked- besides, they could just fix it later. Although that made a sudden idea come to Deb's mind that set the mischievous edge back into her grin. She glanced back up to Chandler's face. "Actually you know what? How long do you get to keep a power? I think this calls for a fun little test drive."

Chandler Winslow ―

by sixsmith.

[Chandler Winslow]

She'd still a lot to figure out about the power. She still wasn't entirely sure how it worked, or how she even decided on what color to go for, but she supposed she'd done well for her first attempt. "I don't even like yellow..." She said, head tilting. Ah, well. It didn't really matter.

Her head perked up, brown eyes coloring with curiosity. "It depends really." She offered with a shrug. "But generally somewhere between thirty and sixty minutes." She had no idea what the other girl had in mind, but thus far, she had no reason to distrust the girl. Whatever she was thinking of, Chandler was positive it would end up being fun.

Or wholly frustrating, but that was a commodity when it came to mimicking powers. It was hardly the girl's fault. 

[Deb Barok]

Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something:
The best people usually are.

An hour or half. She could work with that. "Let's not waste any time then, huh?" With that she started off again, gesturing for Chandler to follow with a smile. It was a departure from the tour she'd promised, but this was proving to be a far more entertaining situation than continuing to show the girl around.

As she started making a beeline for their new destination, she called back over her shoulder. "You got a shirt or a jacket you aren't particularly worried about messing up? You know, clothes for when you're just bumming it." Because for the particular exercise she had planned, they definitely weren't going to want to use a good article of clothing. "Otherwise I'm pretty sure I could find us something." After all what were friends for? That or the blank canvases in the art classrooms. "You ever tie-dye anything before?" She chanced to ask while they got closer and closer to the dorm section of the school.

Chandler Winslow ―

by sixsmith.

[Chandler Winslow]

As the girl started moving, Chandler was left wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Of course, she didn't worry for too long before she followed after. She'd never been one to worry too much. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

Brows furrowed at the question. "Clothes are just clothes." She offered, hoping that would be enough of an answer. She didn't have a lot of sentimentality when it came to clothes. She could always buy new ones, right? A hand came up to her shirt, fingers running over the yellow hand print now plastered on her shirt. "Other than this?" She shook her head no.

Her furrowed brows turned curious. 

"What did you have in mind?"