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Foo Fighters had no social skills. Truly, none. Jolyne’s cheeks burned bright red as she glanced around at the other women in the prison cafeteria who were now staring directly at her, some with hands over their mouth to cover a smile, and some blatantly giggling.
“Well…” Hermes wrapped the rest of her breakfast into a napkin and shoved it in her pocket as she stood up, “we were just about to head out anyway, c’mon guys.”
Jolyne gave her a small nod as a thank you, and proceeded in an awkward semi-backwards walk on her way out of the cafeteria, with Hermes keeping pace to hide her other side from view. Foo Fighters skipped after them with oblivious joy.
Once out of the cafeteria, Jolyne found a secluded corner and gestured for the other two to step closer, grabbing F.F.’s shoulder to yank them in.
“The hell was that for F.F.?!!” Jolyne hissed.
“What do you mean? I just told you about a rip in your pants,” F.F. cocked their head with the question. Jolyne promptly smacked her face into her palm, groaning, and Hermes put a hand on her shoulder.
“Listen, I don’t think Jolyne is angry that you told her… Just that you did so in front of everyone else in the cafeteria. Loudly. While pointing at her from ten feet away.”
Neither Jolyne nor Hermes had been able to sleep well the previous night after their fight with Foo Fighters, either from worries about Whitesnake, fears that the prison staff would harass them more over the guard being “eaten by a crocodile”, or trying to think of ways to transport Star Platinum back to Jotaro; not to mention watching three other inmates shrivel up like raisins right in front of them. Kind of a busy night.
Anyway, the two had both woken up reluctantly for breakfast, only the rumbling of their stomachs dragging them out of their respective cells to head to the cafeteria. Jolyne moved like a zombie while she grabbed herself some of the crappy looking gruel that was being passed off as oatmeal, shuffling over to where Hermes had grabbed a seat. That was, until a voice decidedly too loud for 6 AM in the morning called to her from a ways away.
“Hey! Jolyne! There’s a rip in your jeans!”
F.F. helpfully pointed as they yelled, the heads of several prisoners around them following. Jolyne turned around and checked… to find that yes, there was in fact a massive hole on the ass of her pants, and literally everyone could see her underwear right now. Mortified, she had sped right out of the room, and now cradled her face in her hands as Hermes tried to explain to F.F. what exactly humans considered correct social behavior. In short, a nightmare.
She supposed that she had to forgive F.F. in this situation, given that the plankton creature could not exactly be expected to know what kind of faux pas they had just committed, but it still definitely wasn’t what she wanted to start off her day.
“It’s okay F.F., I’ll just go find something to repair my pants with, no big deal,” Jolyne sighed as she used some of Stone Free to temporarily hold it together.
Hermes raised an eyebrow as she said this. “Aren’t the sewing supplies being price gouged in the prison store right now? I heard some girls complaining about it earlier, apparently they’re low on everything because of a missed supplies shipment,” she asked.
“Nah…” Jolyne said with a smile, “I think I know where I can find some.”
She told the others to meet her in the library in a few minutes, tossing a quick goodbye over her shoulder as she rushed back to her cell. Hopefully the timing would be right on this…
Jolyne’s grin widened as she found herself at an empty cell and, checking that both directions were clear of her horrid cellmate, walked in and began rummaging through Gwess’s things.
“Aha!”
Her quarry was stashed beneath some pins and assorted mice carcasses, which she threw aside in disgust. Jolyne fancied that this was a bit more payback for the whole turning-her-tiny-and-putting-her-in-a-rat thing. Jeez, she still shuddered everytime she thought about that weird shit. But whatever, with Gwess’s sewing kit in her thieving hands Jolyne changed into the prison uniform that had been sitting unused near her bunk and sprinted off to go meet her friends in the library, and hopefully to finish this all before her cellmate actually came back.
Thank god for breakfast, as there was practically no one else in the library with the three of them. Jolyne triumphantly plopped herself down on a chair next to Hermes and placed the kit next to her pants on the table.
“Great! All I gotta do now is put it together!” Jolyne plucked a needle and some appropriately matching thread out and… held them, while looking a little perplexed, the flush of victory leaking right off of her face as she tried to figure out what exactly she was supposed to do with these. You would think that someone who’s stand is made of thread would know how to sew. You would think wrong.
“Here, lemme try it,” Hermes reached over after Jolyne failed about five attempts of putting the thread through the needle. “You just gotta… Ah! Here, I got it.” Hermes showed her the successfully threaded needle and… held it, while looking a little perplexed.
“Um, I mean I could just, maybe do a little of this…” Hermes spoke hesitantly as she stitched, somehow making the pants look even more torn and rumpled than before. Jolyne winced, turning over to F.F..
“You said you’ve read a bunch of books, do you know anything about sewing?” Jolyne asked, knowing damn well that F.F. was not wearing any clothes in that swamp. They shook their head, but rummaged through a box of old craft supplies that they had found somewhere in the prison.
“I don’t know anything about sewing, but I found some Elmer’s glue, so that might work!” F.F. said while happily holding up some shitty, stale paste glue, like the kind that school children would be found sticking art projects together with.
“I mean if we could find some fabric glue, that would work nicely,” Hermes mused, “or you could just keep using Stone Free on it.”
“Are you kidding?! Then every time a stand user passed me they would know I’m holding my pants together with my stand!” Jolyne exclaimed.
A heated debate began about the validity of using stands as clothes or accessories, in which F.F. demonstrated their ability to make some rather fashionable hats out of plankton, and some dead freak in Italy rolled in his grave. Meanwhile, Stone Free quietly materialized and took the thread and pants from beneath its user. The stand slipped away to sit underneath the table, just as Hermes and Jolyne began arguing about whether F.F.’s 100% plankton bucket hat was a true hat, or simply an overgrown part of their head.
Stone Free gently sewed the rip, taking care to not make the seam too visible, and finished with a small knot. It paused slightly after finishing, just about to put the needle down. Hmm… It should probably tailor the ankles and waist a little bit, the garment was a little too long anyways. Good, this would suit Jolyne much better. The stand cut the excess thread off and folded the pants, which now looked nearly brand new, before placing them back onto the table right under the noses of three people starting up another stand-related fashion dispute.
Quite pleased with its work, Stone Free melted back into thin air.