Uma, daughter of Ursula

Octopuses were smart. Devious. Tricky. Even without Uma's actual thoughts behind it, the octopus that Uma had turned into still had a lot in common with the girl she'd been, including a propensity to wander off into other people's rooms and make free with their belongings. It was probably for the best none of the rooms she'd gone exploring into over the past ten or so days had had aquariums for her to plunder, or there would be a lot of sad pet owners with no idea what had happened to their fish.

Today, Uma had escaped the tank that Bobby had made for her and gone exploring, an absurd picture of pink and teal tentacles dragging her down the hall. Feeling vibrations in the floor that signaled someone was walking around nearby, she let herself into a room--and stopped dead.

There was a tank in here! A big one! Much bigger than the one she'd been staying in. And there were things to explore and play with!

It took her a very few minutes to figure out how to gain entrance to the new tank and then she was in, cheerfully swimming and splashing about. This was hers now. She claimed it!

[Room and tank modded with permission!]

Here begins the parade of posts! I am having surgery tomorrow (in the hospital at the ungodly hour of 5!) and I am really not sure how coherent I'm going to be for the week or so following. And so we're going old school today, like it's 2013 up in here and smart phones aren't a common thing yet!

*Uma will be a very pretty teal and pink octopus, with modding rights to the roomie.

*Hyacinthe will be off at the carnival with Ada for a week or so. Look, senioritis hits hard, okay? Modding rights to Ada.

*Kathy will be laying low for the week until she is eaten by a tremens and then will be auditioning for the role of Miss Clinic Patient 2018. Modding rights to the housemates.

*Hardison will be off with the Leverage crew taking down bad guys. His class will be canceled and modding rights to the crew.

*Verity will be hanging out with her cousin Sarah, newly arrived in town, and will possibly be back on the island to bartend for the BDE if I'm actually feeling up to playing. Stranger things have happened, right? Her class will still be canceled, though, sorry.

*Karla will be doing her thing in Glacia, as per usual.

Have a great BDE everybody! Hopefully see you next week!

(...she says like she's not planning on playing the hell out of the next 19 hours. And now we return you to our current spamming of the f-list, already in progress.)

Taking the true shape of a sea-witch was the most exhilerating experience of Uma's life. Instead of legs, she had tentacles, six of them because of animation constraints on The Little Mermaid, and her body practically hummed with magic. Her mother's necklace glowed with power for the first time in twenty years, free from the shackles of the Isle. Uma was huge, body the size of the cruise ship they were having the cotillion on, and the length of the tentacles made her larger still. She laughed, feeling powerful, feeling invincible, and even Mal's transformation into a dragon couldn't put a damper on her spirits.

( Taken from the end of Descendants 2. I didn't write this dialogue. )

It was already morning when Uma finally woke up, washed up on the beach like sea foam. The tide had gone out, leaving her mostly dry and covered with sand. She had no idea where she was, save 'not the Isle of the Lost.' The air was too clean, the sky too clear, the sun too golden to be on the Isle. She must have been washed away to some part of Auradon, but she couldn't figure out which. Somewhere near Cinderella's castle, maybe? Or Aurora's forest? Either way, she couldn't exactly stay here, where there was nothing to eat but sand and nothing to drink but sea water.

She needed food, hungry enough that even Wet Rot or Offal from her mother's specials board sounded good. And water, too, her lips were cracked and salty. A chance to rest and recover would also be nice, but Uma didn't believe in pushing her luck too far. She'd bespelled the King and attacked the whole court on live TV, the first wandering woodcutter to find her would probably call for the guards and have her arrested on sight.

Her best bet was to find some kind of civilization, steal what she needed, and then get out of there and back to her crew. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the only one she had, so...guess it had to do.

With a sigh for the pound of sand that had made its way into her boots already, Uma started walking.

[Establishy! But better late than never?]