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What Happens With Lack of Air

Summary:

Well... Lime IS a ordained minster.

Notes:

Prompt:

Lime's an ordained minister. SOMEONE probably asked them to officiate a wedding.
(Funnier to me if during the show, but could also be in a nobody-dies au.)

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Orange (or the imposter that acted as Orange) being ejected into space should had been the end of it. That's what they had all believed. Even Lime, who had nearly been killed by Orange but survived with some scratches on the side of their face, let their guard down for a moment.

That turned out to be a mistake. Something Purple discovered at the cost of Heracules life. Oxygen deprivation was not a laughing matter and the crew had to work fast to fix everything. Somehow, even with the bickering they were able to succeed with that. And they met up again in the oxygen room.

Them being Purple, Red, Yellow, Brown, Green, Black, Lime, and Cyan.

There should had been more. But Blue, White, and Orange were dead.

Now that the emergency was handled, they could all take a moment to take at least a oxygen filled breath at least.

"Hey." Green spoke up then. "Why do we all have rings on our fingers... that.. huh, look like they are made of old electrical wire?"

"Uh oh." Lime said.

Purple looked right at Lime.

"Uh oh what?" they asked.

"Just that I think we might all be married." Lime said.

"...I'm sorry?" Purple asked.

Lime rubbed at the back of their head.

"I'm starting to remember some things from when we were loopy." Lime said. "And beyond that, those rings are absolutely my handiwork. They all have my signature wire twist method."

"What is-" Purple said, but was interrupted by Brown.

"It's fuzzy..." Brown started to say, staring at the wire ring on their finger. "But... I'm starting to remember."

"Didn't we argue about cake flavors for the public wedding for a long time?" Yellow asked.

"... I remember that too actually." Green admitted.

One by one the rest of the crew were beginning to recall what had gone down in the cafeteria. Not all of it, enough.

"We... did a lot of wild stuff didn't we?" Yellow asked.

".. Yeah. We kind of did." Purple admitted, staring at their ring.

"Everyone, come on. Just because Lime says some words and made rings out of wire doesn't mean we're all married." Black said.

"I'm a ordained minister, remember?" Lime said.

"It's true, they are." Green said.

"What IS your religion?" Red asked Lime.

"None of your ding danged business!" Lime snapped.

Red decided it was not worth asking more questions on that particular subject. Besides, there were much more pressing things going on. Something that Purple was bringing up.

"Did we all forget that there is another imposter on board?" Purple asked.

"Of course not, Purps." Red said. "Just-"

"JUST that we need to figure this out before anyone else dies."

"I certainly wouldn't want to be a widow." Brown mumbled.

Purple turned.

"And this is NOT binding. I refuse to believe this is!" Purple snapped, pointing a finger at Lime.

Lime huffed. Cyan spoke up softly.

"I don't think yelling at each other is a great way to start off a new marriage." they said.

"Do NOT-" Purple said, turning to Cyan.

"I really hope we don't all end up dying here. A job trip isn't really a good honeymoon." Green said.

Purple felt another yell coming on, but mid breath just decided to let it go. They sighed and started towards the door.

"I'm going to focus on the important thing here." Purple said.

"Each other?" Cyan asked.

"How we're going to tell our families that we're all married?" Red asked.

"Hah! Like those losers will ever find me." Lime commented.

Purple let out a deeper sign of annoyance.

"Just...let's just get back to the cafeteria."

As the group started to leave the oxygen room, Green couldn't help but stare at the make shift ring. It should mean absolutely nothing to them. Their species didn't even HAVE marriage amongst themselves. And the ring was so ugly.

So why did they feel a weird sense of pride looking at it?

"Green? You coming?" Yellow called back.

"Coming, dear." Green said, making sure the inflection in their voice signaled they were joking.

It landed, because Yellow was laughing.

"Aw, shut up." they said, still laughing.

Purple heard the joking and would had rolled their visor if that were possible. Instead they worried about the problem at hand.

And the slight possibility that this marriage was legally binding if they survived this.