@Alisdragon911@SirSqueakalot91
"Do you Lila Arendella promise to walk by Captain "Jolly" Roger Jones side forever. Do you promise to love, help and encourage him in all that he does. Do you promise to take time to talk to him, listen to him, and care for him? Will you share his laughter and tears? Will you become his partner lover and best friend? Do you take Roger to be your husband for now and forever more?" The minster asked the bride.

@SirSqueakalot91@KatherinWinter

Lila sighs a little as she could not get out of this situation. "I do," she says forcing a smile on her face. Lila is thinking at least she will not be alone for awhile. She is still not sure if this marriage will work out but she will give it her best shot at it.

@Alisdragon911@SirSqueakalot91
"I now present you with Mr. Captain "Jolly" Roger Jones and Mrs. Lila Arendella." The minister announced to the crowd. Those gathered there cheered for the newly married couple. The minister leaned over and whispered in their ears. "You will walk down the hall and outside. You will take some wedding pictures while the guest head to the reception."

@KatherinWinter @Alisdragon911

Roger held Lila's hand as they walked. He waved at people, and stopped when they were outside, getting a second to breath. "I uh, guess we are married now." He said and rubbed the back of his head. "Alrighty then." He mumbled and looked at her.

@KatherinWinter@SirSqueakalot91

Lila wave at her friend, family, and other people. She notices they are still holding hands and she blush a shade of pink. Lila is happy they were outside as a soft breeze blows against her hair. "Yeah, it is going to get used to being lovers, for now let's just be friends for now."

Roman shook his head and laughed as the newlyweds exited the church, this isn't how he imagined he'd be getting married. But he's sure his mother talked his father into it. He closed his eyes and began rubbing the side of his head waiting for his number to be called.

@KindledBeast
"Roman your bride is almost ready. You can take your place at the alter." Dr. Pepper announced.

James bolted up the path leading to the church, his once carefully combed hair was now flailing wildly in the wind as he did his best not too loose his footing on the rough cobblestone. If his father found out about him being late for this he could kiss the rest of his scholarship goodbye, like many here James was less than thrilled about this arrangement. All he wanted to do was finish his studies and go into research and development for the navy, but noooooo he had to go get hitched because there wasn't some other heroes kid to marry off like a common trade good. No time to be angry he thought throwing a breath mint into his mouth and chewing furiously, pushing any thoughts he had from his mind he forced himself to focus and go faster.

Stumbling into the church grounds James stopped outside to catch his breath so he wasn't a wheezing mess when he slipped in. From here he was able to get a good look at this island, at the very least it was a beautiful prison, should be good for solar surfing. Reaching into his pocket James pulled out another breath mint he and sneaked inside he wanted to be sure his breath didn't smell like it had the ride here, he had to stop himself from throwing up in his mouth at the thought of space travel. Quietly James found himself a seat at the back and did his best to look presentable.

Iris lands on a tree as she is tired from flying all the way here. She is a purple parrot . She has a small pouch tied to her leg contains her potions. She notices a guy who just enter the church, she flies in before the guy shut the door. She lands on a rafter of the church and looks down at the scene below. She is wondering if this how people celebrated events like this one .

@KatherinWinter
Roman walked to the alter, "Well at least I look nice." He said to himself as he got to the alter. He wrapped his finger around his wrist and waited he was seriously curious as to who he'd be paired up with now.

On a secluded part of the island just off the beach, far away from anywhere that anyone was likely to walk there rested a grave. It wasn't anything fancy, just two sticks that were tied together to form a cross in order to mark the final resting place of someone unknown who had been buried there. The cross itself looked weathered and at risk of falling apart due to the passage of time, suggesting that it had been there for quite some time without anyone to tend to it or defile it for whatever twisted reason.

The ground beneath the grave marker seemed to, for lack of a better word, jump a little bit. After a second it jumped again, only this time there was a bit more force behind it. Third time and the dirt was finally weakened enough for the wooden casket door to open up properly, the dirt and the grass that had grown on it being displaced in the process.

Out of the ground rose a figure out of someone's nightmare, ascending from the now opened grave as if he was merely climbing up a set of stairs. The robes that covered most of its body looked well tailored and made from the finest of material, but well taken care of for decades. The only parts of what no doubt the male wearing said robes that were visible to the eye were the claw like skeletal hands and a face that was covered in what appeared to be corpse gray flesh that had been stitched together in a spine chilling display. Eyes that were a cloudy white gazed out at the world around him and a smile that would unnerve the bravest of heroes and the most vile of villains started to grow.

"Wow." John said to himself aloud. "It's so bright and colorful here."

For a moment he just stood and admired the world around him, drinking in the abundance of life and bright colors that so heavily contrasted Halloween Town's dark grays. Taking a long, deep breath that he didn't actually need, John smacked his cheeks in order to psych himself up before he started to walk along the edge of the beach nearby, knowing that it would lead him to the cathedral that he was going to be married at today... well, tonight really. Few of his friends could really stand the day after all and he would have to wait until the sun had gone down at the least before they could arrive.

It wasn't a long walk before he spied the building in question and within a few more minutes he was at the doors of the building itself. Pushing the door open and noticing that there seemed to already be a wedding in progress, John quietly took one of the seats at the back pew in order to avoid disrupting anything or causing a scene.

@KindledBeast
Roxy was uncomfortable but the smiles on her parents faces. Almost made it worth it. She waited while everyone took their places. She didn't have alot of friends so their weren't any maids of honor. She wondered who was waiting fr her at the end of the aisle. She knew it would be a son of someone considered to be a villian. But there were lots of those so that didn't really help her. When the stupid wedding March started she started down the aIsle on her father's arm.

@Pineappletumble

Iris flies down from the rafters and lands onto the back pew next to a pirate looking guy or a scholar of some sort. She use her carve beak to open the pouch on her leg. The other potions fell and scatter all over the floor. She will pick them up later as she use her claws to open the cork to the bottle of the potion in her claws. She drinks the potion turning human. She gets comfortable in her seat to continue watching the current wedding that is napping now.

It took many hours to get from Pheonix's home on her large, unpopulated island to the slightly smaller, slightly more populated island where she was meant to get married, and in those many hours, Pheonix only thought one thing, and repeated that one thing over and over again in her mind: Who the hell made sea travel? It was her very first time on a boat, and it was not a pleasurable experience. Every other minute, she'd puke lava and flames off the side of the boat. One can imagine her joy when the island became visible. That joy, though, was followed by another puking fit.

When the boat finally pulled into the docks, Pheonix wasted no time in grabbing her black backpack and hopping off of the ship and onto the docks. What was strange is that as soon as she got off of the boat, her sickness stopped and her stomach felt fine. But Pheonix didn't spend to long thinking about it, mostly because she noticed something else: she was the only one on the beach part of the island. She quickly jumped to the conclusion that some of the ceremonies had already begun. But she was in no hurry, so she casually sauntered up to a cobblestone path, which she assumed led to where she needed to go, as she had not noticed any other paths.

It took Pheonix a few minutes to get to the end of the path, but when she did, she saw a chapel standing before her. She dug a hand into her pocket and pulled out a matchbook. She didn't want her breath to smell like a mix of lava and stomach acid, so she flipped the matchbook open, seeing that there were 19 left out of 30. She plucked one out and swiped it across the striking surface and watched as it caught fire. She let the fire consume some of the match, before sticking it in her mouth and licking the flame off of the match. The match was now unlit, and the fire danced in the redhead's mouth. Until she swallowed it of course. And with that, she opened up the doors and entered to see a young, attractive, black-haired woman walking down the aisle to meet a hairy looking young man. "What a waste..." She mumbled, before she walked behind the back row of pews and leaned up against the wall. She felt slightly out of place among the extremely well-dressed people in the pews, as all she was in was a black T-shirt, black jeans, and dirty black high tops.

@KatherinWinter
Roman began leaning on the alter waiting for his bride to show up, he looked around and noticed his parents. "I hope you're happy." He mouthed to them as he met his mother's eyes.

@Alisdragon911
Letting out a sigh James let his hands drop from his now roughly combed hair, that was about as good as it was going to get with nothing but sweat and his fingers. Relaxing in his seat he gave a quick scan of the room for his father, good he hadn't shown up yet, or he had already seen Jame's late arrival and was plotting out of sight.

If that were the case he'd better keep an eye out for morph, scanning the room again more carefully this time he looked for anything out of the ordinary. A purple parrot flew down and landed close to him, that had to be morph, though this was one of his worse disguises he couldn't possibly think this would slip by James did he?

A small pouch was attached to what James believed was morphs foot, shifting uncomfortably in his chair he did his best to shuffle away. Using its beak it produced a small pink vile knocking out several others in the process, his interest now peaked James leaning in his curiosity offsetting the possible dangers could befall him.

A small pink cloud enveloped the bird and James head when the cloud expanded, left coughing into his arm so as not to ruin the ceremony. When he looked back any thought that this was morph left his mind, even that twisted little guy couldn't come up with a garment so... elaborate. Still in shock he turned in attention back to the wedding in progress, just what did his father get him into?

@Pineappletumble

"Could you help me pick up my vitals, my arms are stiff from flying here from Peru?" Iris ask as she picks up a couple of the vials and sticking them in her pouch. She stretches a bit as her peacock dress shimmers in the light, she wonders if her mom is here to try to control her like a puppet. She has a feeling whoever gets paired thinks she is one strange person as she glance at James.

@KatherinWinter@Pineappletumble@KindledBeast@Framing A Moose@Alisdragon911

Truthfully, John had never been to a wedding outside of Halloween Town before but there was something... alien in the air about what he was seeing happening before him and it wasn't just the brighter colors. He couldn't quite put his bony finger on it... it was as if someone was playing a beautiful song but there was just this one note that was being played at the wrong time that slowly threw the song out of whack and ruined it completely; It irked him greatly and it was clear that whatever it was irked everyone else as well.

As the wedding march started to play and everyone stood up, John did so as well as he turned his gaze upon the bride... and noticed something wrong right off the bat. Not only did she appear to be uncomfortable in her wedding dress, but it didn't suit her in the slightest! White really wasn't her color... this was a woman that was suited for a darker colored cloth. It might not have been the source of whatever was effecting the atmosphere but John resolved that if nothing else making the bride feel comfortable in her own wedding dress would help.

Taking a moment to quietly remove his right hand from its socket, he dropped it to the floor where it quickly hoisted itself onto its fingers and darted off under the pews, coming to a stop a few pews in front of him before coming to a stop and pointing its index finger towards the bride. With hand now in position, John quickly started to mutter some words in an inhuman tongue before, in a quick burst of magic, a blue spark of magic darted out and started to circle the bride to be, altering her dresses design and color until it was something that she was more likely to wear.

It's job done, the hand would quickly shuttle back to John, disappearing under his robe and climbing back up his back before crawling back into his right shelve, where with small bit of assistance from his left hand he put his right hand back into place hopefully unseen by anyone during the confusion.

@Alisdragon911
oh, it can... She can talk, of course she can talk. He notices a similar cautionary glance around to room to the one he had made upon arriving, James feeling a small ping of sympathy in the back of his mind, she clearly didn't want to be here any more then he did. Running a hand though his dusty brown hair James learnt down and started collecting the vials. The pink liquid inside had an unusual consistency that made it hard for him to figure out what they where made off, clearly something that had transformative properties that could only be found or made on this planet.

"Pairu?" The young scholar attempts to repeat butchering the name in the process "I can't say I'm familiar with it" he whispers placing the last of the vials in the bag and standing for the bridal march.

@Bright_Ops
Roxy was halfway down the aisle, counting the seconds until she could take off the ridiculous dress her mother had choseb, when something odd happened. Living with a genie she knew it was magic but it wasn't the kind that she was used to. She felt the changes in her dress before she saw them. When she saw the new dress she beamed. This was much better. It was much closer to what she would have picked for herself. She saw her mother lookin around with a glare. Jasmine was probably looking for poor Genie who had had nothing to do with the change in dressed. Seeing that the magical bejng was as confused as she was Jasmine rolled her eyes and took her seat. @KindledBeast