[Moon 10, Morning - Aftdeck] GROUP A - Fashion 101

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Qian-Fan considered the question while looking down at his own orange silks, moving slightly with the ship's movement and swishing lightly across the planks.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

Her eyes swept over their faces as she nods to the big Hida in the back... in full armor, "You, Musasha-san, have a crack at it."

[Hida Musasha]

The big man points at the sail. "Silk. It acts like a fist to grip the wind when it's thick...or wet. Not only that, it don't cut or tear easy, so once the wind er waves grab ya an' start ta pull ya, yer goin' whether ya like it or not."

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"Good, what else?" Kaimenko's eyes sweep over the gathered group. The woman sways with the movement of the ship, feet firmly planted on the wooden deck. It was unthinking and as natural as breathing. Her arms cross as she waits for volunteers, expression unchanged from its habitual scowl even if she was being patient.

[Bayushi Kichirou]

"It....gets heavy when soaked? Constricts movement? Can throw you off balance?" Kichirou offers as he manages to maintain his own balance and thankful that the amount of silk on his person was minimal.

[Shiba Naomi]

Naomi raises her hand somewhat shyly. "The seawater can also ruin silk eventually... it's chloride weakens the fabric. In addition to all that was mentioned by Hida-sama and Bayushi-sama, of course."

[Hida Sayuri]

A 'small' sigh slips from the very large woman as she murmurs in what is likely meant to be a quiet tone to herself, but carries quite readily on a sea wind. "Really is horrible what the water does to a pretty silk." That sounds like experience speaking.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"Praise the Fortunes, we have a few thinkers. I hope the rest of you caught what was said, since I'm not gonna repeat a damn word of it," she drawls before continuing at a smooth clip, "Moving on, why, oh sages of the sea do most sailors forgo the wearing of kimono whilst onboard?"

[Shiba Nozomi]

Milky eyes survey everyone from behind her bangs. While Nozomi knew the answers to these questions, she was perfectly content with observing how everyone else responded to them.

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Just ain't comfortable," Himiko speaks up. "It weighs down when it gets wet, the excess fabric can get caught on things, and if something particularly big attacks, it's more surface area for somethin' to grab onto."

[Hida Sayuri]

"Yeah, those sleeves are pretty, but they're like sails. Flapping in someone's face at the wrong moment and blindin' em? Not so good." Sayuri fingers the edge of one practical sleeve as she speaks. "The pretty just ain't worth the trouble."

[Shiba Naomi]

Naomi mentally reasoned to herself that she didn't like this overly mean Moshi.

Again, she raised her hand to speak. "Its restricting for movement too in general. It's heavier than other forms of attire and those who insist on 'modesty' to wear it on ships can risk a fire imbalance to cause overheating during sunny weather."

[Hida Musasha]

"Not ta mention that they bunch up in yer crotch in the riggin'. Ya try ta adjust yerself an' they moppin' yer head off the deck plancks an' mailin' what's left home."

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Qian-Fan was holding his arms up and staring at the garment, thus proving one of their points right as a gust caught the sleeve and whipped it into his face.

[Moshi Kaimenko]

"Naomi-san, we're not children anymore. If you have something to say, just say it as long as you're not gabbing over someone else." Her gaze flicks towards the Agasha as his sleeve smacks him in the face. Kaimenko, at least, had the good grace not to laugh at the Phoenix.

"Aptly demonstrated Agasha-san," came the dry, dead-pan comment. The woman's eyes swept over the crowd as she continues the 'lecture', "If you ladies and gentlemen insist on keeping the fashions of the capital, I advise that you tie up any loose bits with cord. Neither I nor any of our men want to have the dubious honor of cutting your dead carcass out of the rigging."

Her hand lifts to wrap the wood of the railing, warding away the ill-luck of her words.

[Kitsuki Kotsu]

Kotsu quietly checks his own training clothes, making sure that there aren't any ways for them to get caught in the rigging. He is then struck by a question. He raises a hand.

[Isawa Junpei]

Junpei gave the matter some thought. He wasn't stupid, he'd lived on the coast and among fishermen for most of his life, of course, fewer clothes meant less problems. But sometimes there was more than practicality to be considered; not much more, just some. Watching the kami play with his sleeves, circling up through his robes and out into the open air of the rigging, his eyes spotted the sails billowing with their power, being pushed on, across the water.

[Shiba Naomi]

Naomi only gave a silent nod to the Moshi's words, and silently mouthed a prayer to Suitengu at the mention of unfortunate circumstances of death.

Looking over her fellow crewmates, she felt a sigh building up as she saw the garments of the Isawa and the Agasha. Perhaps I should offer to modify their clothes if they don't have suitable ones with them?

[Moshi Kaimenko]

Kaimenko's frown deepens as Kotsu raises his hand. The woman's voice turns dry, "Yes, Kitsuki-san, you may join the rest of us at the grown-up table. Spit it out, I promise not to laugh if your voice breaks."

[Kitsuki Kotsu]

"Cannot one apply some of the same rguments against wearing loose silk garments to wearing of armor as well? After all, it does restrict one's freedom of movement, and can prove to be a lethal detriment should the wearer fall into the water."