Adventure #2: Gibraltar to Mars
In reply to GM SteamRoller (msg # 43):
Once on the ground, Joseph motions for Felicity to join him, then he calls Brie, Catherine, and Grimsby to join them.
"Before we all go off in different directions, to gather supplies, I'd like to address a, uh, something of a, um, delicate nature." Joseph raises his right hand up to the back of his head, under the brim of his hat, and rubs the back of his neck.
"Delicate for you ladies, that is," Joseph adds, nodding towards Brie and Catherine, "as it involves your, uh, your clothes..."
"Now, we already encountered a gopher-hole in the road, back when we first tried to get aboard this, here, flying ship--that being, it's both difficult, as well as being a little, um, a little, uh..."
Joseph suddenly swings his hand down from the back of his head, to slap his thigh in annoyance,
"Dang it! I'm saying that it's hard enough trying to steady a rope, or a rope ladder, and keep an eye on the person climbing up--but it's dang near impossible to do so, if the person doing the climbing up is wearing a dress! It's both hard to climb in a dress--plus it's...difficult...for the person standing below!"
"And the trip out to Mars will take a while--and I have some experience aboard ships, so take my word--moving around on a ship wearing, uh, frilly dresses and...such...well, it just ain't done. Shouldn't be done, that is. And, from what-all I've heard about the place, most of Mars is pretty wild--Grimsby, you'd be the one to speak on that more--but I reckon it can't be any worse than some of the places in Texas that me and Felicity have seen."
"So, what I'm trying to say, here, is that it would be a fine idea, I think, for you, Miss Brie, and you, Miss Catherine, to, uh, maybe go with Felicity, here, and get yourselves some more...wilderness appropriate...clothing."
Joseph turns and speaks to Felicity, "You know what I mean, right, Felicity? Get 'em proper boots--one's made for walking around out on The Range--and fit 'em with some decent pants! I don't know if there's any of them blue corduroy workpants from outta San Francisco, to be found here, in Gibraltar, but something like that. Or, if nothing else, what with Spain being within spitting distance, at least load 'em up with those culottes that all the High Señoras wear. And gloves--a decent pair of hard-wearing gloves--range gloves--not those light, fancy things....and at least one hat that'll actually keep the weather off'n their heads."
"You know what I mean, Fel! These ladies need to be outfitted like we was going for a run across Comanche Territory, back in Texas. Right?"