Uma, daughter of Ursula

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.]