<div class="floatleft">(https://animesuperhero.com/x-men/gallery/images/35-17.jpg)</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.  Ruby quartz glasses and then not.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean, Kari, Rogue, Pietro, Deadpool, all generally<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He caught the small smile Jean shot his way.  She appreciated him making an effort at least.  And her smile.  Rogue had offered to take the tree by the time the red and black wearing murderer who was in their midst made his over the top reaction.  Typical.  For someone who everyone talked about as chaotic, Wade Wilson was often entirely predictable.  He'd made his disdain for Scott very clear in any number of ways.  He pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the smile and the sweet voice of the Southern belle bombshell and her offer to handle the tree.  He stood up from where he had been on the ground, determining how best to slide the tree along, "Thanks, Rogue, that would-"<br/><br/>A great deal then happened almost all at once.  A number of things around the room just changed, seemingly on their own; Jean was picking her nose, Kitty's Santa hat was down over her eyes, the poker Deadpool was holding was now almost out of his hand until Rogue grabbed hold of something that wasn't there and then held Quicksilver in her grasp.  Almost as soon as she'd grabbed him there was a sound that was unique and well-known to all of them there as the sour stink of brimstone burst into the room along with Nightcrawler and three large totes of Christmas decorations for the tree.  The agile young woman then leaped to the top of the tree and grinned down at him through the branches.  "Danke, Fraulein Wagner," he responded in an earnest tone himself.  Most would say he didn't have any others. "My Christmas Tree Plan Alpha indicates this should be enough.  We'll raid the Professor's Xavier family stash in the attic if we need more."  So many people would look at Kari and see a strange creature but he didn't get it.  She had the brightest and most human soul of all of them.  "That's Plan Beta."<br/><br/>He glanced over at Pietro and nodded.  He wasn't sure if he was asking Jean or him or just in general.  "The garland and stockings would be great, thanks.  We'll all decorate the tree together."  He had yet to notice the strand of Christmas lights around his foot and hadn't moved yet.<br/><br/>"Let me get out of your way, Rogue," he said, returning to the subject of the tree.  It made a lot more sense for her to just lift it, one handed if she wanted to show off, than have any of them have to wrestle with it further.  He smiled another small phantom smile at her mumbled words about needing some shots with her egg nog but didn't mention it.  He hoped she'd feel better once she got what he and Hank had been working on.  That was when he tuned back in to what Deadpool was saying and his first trivia question.  That cruel bastard!  "Deadpool!"  He took an angry stride towards the man, "That's-"<br/><br/>That was when he stepped far enough for the strand of lights to tighten around his ankle and jerk his leg out from under him while he was moving.  Biology made his eyes widen as he fell, gravity made his glasses tumble from his face and skitter across the floor from the unexpected change in speed and direction, and his mutant power blazed freely.  It wasn't even for a full second.  Scott flexed his core to twist his body to face up and hopefully away from the others, snapping his eyes shut as he fell and landed on his back.  But it was enough to blow limbs off of the tree and send fragments of wood and pine boughs flying as a bald spot was blasted in the upper right of the tree, sending natural shrapnel flying.  He blasted a two foot wide gap in the top of a painting of Professor Xavier that Colossus had done and that was framed and hung on the wall before the beam traveled up the wall and a more that a foot into the ceiling, sending wood, plaster, and more raining down as the structure was pierced by his optic blast.  The beam continued out of the Great Room on the same trajectory, cutting the same swath in the room and hallways above where it hit.  There was the creaking and groaning of wood from beams and wall studs that had been sheared through and now strained under the weight they had borne more easily before.  The lights flickered before the redundant systems kicked in as his blast had severed some of the wires in the wall and ceiling.<br/><br/>All in less than a second.<br/><br/>Scott kept his eyes closed tightly, "Is anyone hurt?"  God, was anyone dead?  Had his worst fear finally come true, today of all days?  Damn it!  Damn him!  How had he tripped?  He always watched where he was going to avoid exactly this happening!  How had he missed that string of lights?  He let his focus lapse for just a minute and<em>this</em>was the result.<br/><br/>God, don't let anyone be hurt.  Or worse.  "I'm sorry, is everyone okay?  What about upstairs?"<br/><br/>Idiot!  Dangerous, stupid, useless idiot!  Not now, later.  Focus on the people you put in danger, Summers, you selfish bastard.  Where were his glasses?  Wait.  He'd taken his visor off when he sailed the tree in and put it back in his pocket.  He reached down and pulled it out, slipping it on and making sure it was secure before he opened his eyes and half-sat up to see what how much harm he'd caused this time.