[On the Plane appears Jolyne running at a rather fast pace, clutching a small, somewhat disgruntled dog by the scruff of its neck. Along with this unusual sight is a large mess of sand beneath Jolyne's feet - apparently she's just been in a desert?

At the sudden change of scenery, however, she slows to a walk, then a stop, and lifts the dog to eye level.]

Alright, you. You're going to cooperate with me, or you're never seeing another piece of gum again.



(experiment start!)

[What's this? A canonbump where Jolyne *isn't* half-dead and horrendously bloody? Shocking. The Plane's resident stand user is sitting over in the coliseum, looking lost in thought. Along one of her arms is what looks like a series of raised cuts that spell out her name in jagged letters, which she occasionally runs her hand over but doesn't seem altogether disturbed by.]

Just what's with that guy? Well, it wasn't so bad he showed up, but still. Guess I'll just have to ask F.F. about him...

[A young man dressed somewhat strangely appears on the Plane. He takes a few steps forward, stops, and raises an eyebrow in an expression more common to Jolyne.]

Something feels a little off.

[The voice is male, though perhaps not quite as obviously so as the body. He scratches the back of his head, trying to piece together just what seems so strange about-]

...hey, woah! What happened to my hair? --And my voice?! [He looks down, pulling at the opening of his shirt.] What the shit, I'm a GUY?! [Just to be sure, he takes a peek down his pants.] ...yep. Definitely a guy.

[It's canonbump time again, boys and girls, and that means Jolyne is on the Plane again, and she's horrendously bloody. There are still-open wounds dripping blood at her shoulder, leg and side - and another halfway down her arm which has been crudely sewn shut with her own strings. She's breathing heavily, clutching her side, and is seated against a large rock over in the beach area.

She seems to be trying to close up her remaining wounds, but every time she activates her stand ability, it only causes bursts of more bleeding.]

Shit dammit. Have to... go find that guy...

[She leans her head back against the rock, exhausted. Thanks to time stopping while she's on the Plane, she can at least relax a little after that last grueling battle.]

[Jolyne has once again been canonbumped, which means her life? Has just gotten a little bit more messed up. How so, you might ask? For one, she's been thrown into an ultra security prison ward, which isn't the nicest place to be. She appears on the Plane lying rather listlessly on a long wooden cot and looking far more worn than usual; the natural light of the area makes her squint and she shields her eyes until they can adjust.

At any rate, this is a pretty good opportunity to get some decent food that isn't bug-infested or growing on the wall, so Jolyne stands up... and almost immediately has to grab onto the cot for support.]

The upside, at least no one's gonna miss me while I'm here. [She pushes away from the cot and takes a few shaky steps.] ...The downside? At this rate I'm never gonna find that thing. [Mutter mutter]

[Jolyne looks none too happy, her entire shoulder and arm bloody - and yes, it's hers - although the wound seems to have been taken care of already. She wipes a trickle of blood from her mouth and scowls. She's just had a fun time battling a new stand that happens to be vicious and invisible! So she'll be slumping down against the side of the bar and sitting there to try and think.]

I am really getting tired of this.

[Jolyne appears sitting on a bench from the exercise yard with a somewhat worn baseball glove on one hand. She's busy poking at the bandages wrapped around her midsection, but doesn't seem as if she'll be trying to take them off anytime soon... especially not since F.F. had practically demanded she let the bullet wounds heal already.]

...how long's it been and they still hurt like a mother. Augh. [She prods at the bandages again.] So damn itchy...!

[This really wasn't what Jolyne expected when she'd decided to check out the new shop that had turned up in the prison. Not that she's -completely- upset about being somewhere that looks remarkably -unlike- where she is slated to spent the next fifteen years, but she still isn't entirely pleased at the unfamiliar surroundings.]

Just what the hell is all this?! Am I even still in the same building?

[She mumbles under her breath] This couldn't be another stand user, could it? Augh, when will they learn to quit...

[Jolyne turns back toward where she assumes the door must be and clenches her fists in frustration at there not being one. The fact that she can't find any walls or other such boundaries which are usually punchable is making her very Not Happy.] How the hell am I going to warn F.F. about that shop if I can't even break out of... whatever this is!