Room 408, Sunday Morning

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Their walls were too bare. Uma had never been surrounded by this little color for so long in her whole life. On an island where each person could be identified by color scheme, being surrounded by neutrals all the time was driving her stir-crazy. So after a quick jaunt through town where she managed to 'acquire' some supplies in ways that it was probably best not to inquire too closely after, Uma came back to the room to start bringing some life and vibrancy to the walls.

She'd leave Bobby's side alone--probably--out of courtesy, but her half was going to be a riot of color by the time she was done. Hefting the bottle of spray paint closest to her signature color, Uma started the outline of a huge sailing ship right over her bed, her face relaxing into a smile as she worked. She could almost hear Harry and Gil bickering, Bonny and Desiree teasing Jonas, Gonzo offering another idea of where to go after the barrier went down...

Don't tell anyone, but Uma might have been a little homesick.

[Open, but the thread with the roomie comes chronologically last.]

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Back from raiding the Common Room for something resembling breakfast, Bobby paused in the doorway as he saw Uma at work.

“Whatcha doin’?”

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"Washing my hair," Uma snorted, carefully outlining the silhouette of her ship, The Lost Revenge. She was aiming for it to take up most of the wall by her bed if she could. "Knitting blankets."

Overall, though, her tone was more teasing than scornful, a bit of good-natured ribbing the way she would with Gil.

"Why, what's it look like?"

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“I mean, I can tell you’re painting,” Bobby said. “But like, do you know if you’re allowed?” Bobby. Bobby. Like Uma would be terribly concerned about things like ‘asking permission’.

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Yeah, the look she was giving him was distinctly on the incredulous side. "...No?"

Look, she hadn't even checked with Bobby, and she liked Bobby.

Also, one did not get this good at painting with spray cans without having extensive graffiti experience. "How're they ever gonna know anyway?"

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“I dunno,” Bobby shrugged. “Maybe they do, like, random room checks?” Older!Scott had been big on that sort of thing.

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Older!Scott and Uma would be a fun combination.

"They haven't yet," Uma pointed out, unconcerned. "What are you worried will happen anyway? What's the worst they can do?"

Part of that was bravado. Part of it was an actual curiosity about what schools like this enacted as a punishment. She only had experience with Serpent Prep where her favorite class had been hostage-taking.

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If by 'fun' you meant 'disastrous', sure.

"I dunno," Bobby admitted. "It's been ages since I was in a real school. Make us run laps around the island or something?"

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The narration generally did, yeah.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Uma said, thinking it over. Especially since she was pretty sure she could ditch out of that. "Worth it to not have to live in the land of the eternal drab."

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Bobby shrugged. "My last school was literally an ex-prison, but we just put up posters. I kinda like this better though," he said, gesturing to Uma's side of the room.

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Uma snagged one of the spray cans and tossed it over to Bobby. "Wanna paint some with me, then?" she offered. "I wasn't gonna mess with your side--" probably "--but it's gonna look awfully boring compared to mi~ine," she ended in a singsong.

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"Can't have that," Bobby said with a smirk. One might have expected him to start painting some sort of snow and ice related mural, but that wasn't all he was about. Instead, he started outlining what was meant to be a city skyline at night. His artwork wasn't great, but at least it was more or less recognizable.

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"That's pretty," Uma said a little while later, pausing her work to check out his. She figured he'd might need another can or two and decided to hand one over.

The limb that reached over to him was a delicate pink tentacle instead of a slender brown hand.

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"Thanks," Bobby said absently, taking the offered cans of paint.

Give him a moment, Uma.

"... Ummm..."

Very eloquent, Bobby. Truly, you are a wordsmith.

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On Uma's bed was a very pretty, rather cheerful looking octpus amidst a pile of familiar clothing. She had more than just spraycans in her hand; there were multiple items clutched in her tentacles and she was waving them around with cheerful abandon.

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“Did we know you could do that?” Bobby asked the octopus. “Should you be doing that?” Since they were on land and all. Considering the last time she’d transformed, she’d been pretty sure it had to happen in the water. And she’d also been still, you know, part girl and all.

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Uma's very cogent and helpful response was to fling a rolled up pair of socks at Bobby. And then to flop over sideways in the bed.

So, nothing really helpful, no.