Prompt 1:
 t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone.
The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well.
If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way.
Prompt 2:
 ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here.
Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems.
You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing.
Prompt 3:
e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it.
(Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!)
She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear.
Prompt 4:
 ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town...
And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours --
And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing.
And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful!
Extra:
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[film has just barely begun to make its way into the world at Jonathan's time, so he understands the very basics of what Jotaro's referencing. rather than assume some strange temporal idiocy, he simply figures that it's a relatively newer movie that he hasn't had a chance to see. it wasn't as if the opportunity to watch them was all that common, and he's been rather busy the past few months at home...]
But I can't help wondering if there's something that can't be done about it. Surely the other flowers aren't colorful by chance.
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In the first part of the movie, in Kansas, everything was black and white, but otherwise it looked normal. Then the twister took Dorothy to Oz, and everything was colorful and full of magic.
[Jotaro pokes one of the gray flowers with Star Platinum's hand overlapping his own, but all the flower does is tell him he hits like a girl.]
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[given that, you know, from his perspective all films were still in black and white. he can only imagine the sort of effects a director would have to conjure up to give the audience the impression of color in a world of monochrome.
much like the intrigue Jonathan feels when he suddenly sees another hand hovering above his companion's. leaning in a bit closer to ascertain that he wasn't seeing things, he can't help but ask about it.]
I'm sorry, but...what was that just now?
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He looks like the old man. Not like how he looked last time Jotaro saw him, but like when Jotaro was little, before he went gray and grew the beard, or maybe even younger than that. It has to be some sort of trick, another of Dio's minions coming out of the woodwork at long last to avenge their fallen master, and it's that instinct that sends Star Platinum's fist out, separating from Jotaro's arm at full speed to grab for Jonathan's collar.]
What the hell did you do to get that face?
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it's not an easy victory, though. while he couldn't prevent himself from being caught, he can at least dig his heels into the ground to make it extremely difficult to be tossed around. when his hand passes mysteriously through the being gripping so tightly onto him, every breath s subsequently filled with sparks.]
That's enough.
[there was certainly something more going on here, but Jonathan has absolutely no intention of holding this conversation while being manhandled in such a way. he may be unable to touch Star Platinum, but there was no telling what the ripple could do. with a deep breath, he exhales a wave of sunlit energy over his entire body, turning himself into a living electrified fence of sorts.]
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What, do you copy powers, too? You better pray you got the old man's memories while you were at it, or that light show's not gonna do shit.
[...He hopes.]
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[and despite his present situation Jonathan sounds concerned rather than enraged about that fact. whatever had caused Jotaro to lash out in such a way must have been serious indeed - serious enough that despite his anger he still wasn't attacking.
in recognition of that he refrains from escalating the situation as well, allowing the ripple to continue running across his skin like a live wire but nothing more. most might call him a fool, but he still believed that this could be talked out.]
This technique was taught to me, not stolen.
[if he'd lifted it wholesale maybe he'd be better at it than he currently was...but that's a regret for another time.]
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Was it this guy?
[If it was, the old man's got some explaining to do next time Jotaro sees him. If it's not, well, he'll figure something out.]
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I've never seen either of these people in my life.
[but there was something familiar about the man, even though he'd never encountered even his likeness before now. something about the curve of his cheekbones and the way his eyes sparkled with liveliness, even when trapped within a photograph...for some reason it reminded him of his father.
looking away from the picture, his gaze catches Jotaro's once more.]
Who are they?
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They're my grandparents, Joseph and Suzie Joestar. The old man is one of the last living ripple masters.
[React to that, you bastard.]