<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Cyclops</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Scott Summers<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>The Great Room<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>colorblind dot ugly Xmas sweater, snug jeans, boots.  His signature visor.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All | Santa | Deadpool | Mention of Jean<br/><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong>Making Christmas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th_j7RUu2vM)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Um, Jason, I thought," he found himself answering Deadpool's question as Santa rose up into greater size, their frame and mass swelling as they did so.  "I'm...not sure now."   This didn't seem right.  Despite the thoroughness of his powers, Mastermind was not one to do something like this.  He couldn't help but show himself, well, an illusionary version of himself and gloat and preen.  It was a psychological disorder that put a helpful limit on what was a staggeringly powerful mutant ability otherwise.  He would never pretend to be Santa.<br/><br/>And he certainly wouldn't compliment Scott!  The mutant adventurer was taken aback by the praise and his body relaxed just a bit, his surprise evident on his face.  "Thank you, sir, but-"  Then Deadpool...jumped up and defended him?  Scott looked more surprised than if Deadpool had slapped him with a fish, since that would be pretty standard, really.  Though he was still talking about him and Jean as if they were an item, which...that would be great, but it wasn't something they'd ever really considered in all their time at Xavier's together.<br/><br/>Then the guns came out.  Well, it was later in the evening than he had feared.  He raised his hands and then lowered them in a gesture indicating that Wade should do the same.  "Let's back up and take a breath here.  Thank you, Wade, I mean it.  I'm very surprised, touched, and mildly embarrassed"  No point pretending otherwise.  "But I already have presents in everyone here, including you," he managed to say and not grit his teeth, "Just being here and happy this year.   Adults get each other presents, Santa does just handle kids."  He must have missed the orphanage all those years, somehow.  Probably one more thing he could thank Sinister for.  "Besides, hollow point wounds aren't, um, very Christmas-y, right?"  He was not good at this kind of thing.<br/><br/>Wait, was he seriously following the line of thought that this was Santa Claus and he did do...all the Santa stuff?  Maybe there was a mental effect to this too, not just illusions.  Which would mean it wasn't Mastermind.  Was this some sort of telepathically induced hallucination then?