<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>Outside | Early Evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>colorblind dot ugly Xmas sweater, snug jeans, boots.  His signature visor.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean | Deadpool | Rogue<br/><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong>Christmas at Ground Zero (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWKSX9YdXl0)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jean's voice reached him and he spied Jean and Rogue outside next to a slumped over form in red and black.  Scott grimaced and there was a red flash as he blasted out the window before he threw himself out of it.  He was tipping forward as he fell and hit the ground rolling.  While he wasn't even close to the acrobat Nightcrawler or Beast were, he'd learned how to roll and lessen the impact of a fall in his first year of Danger Room studies.  It hurt, sure, but he wouldn't have more than a wide bruise to show for it rather than broken bones.  "Hn!"<br/><br/>Scott got to his feet as he saw...madness unrolling in front of him.  Seven women, all of whom looked like hyper sexualized versions of Jean in different colors floating around, Jean herself looking...wow, talking to Rogue and trying to get through to her.  He ran by Deadpool's fallen form, only to juke aside when the man sprang up and went after one of the rainbow ladies...who seemed to somehow become even more sexualized and ridiculously proportioned as he pursued her.  When the costume came off, he quickly looked away.  "Did not need to see that.  ...Impressive member for a guy that's mostly scar tissue though."<br/><br/>...What?  Why had he said that?  That was...<br/><br/>Scott shook his head.  He didn't understand all of what Jean was saying, but he understood that Rogue had somehow not only taken on this Franklin Richards' powers and mind but also that of the mercenary.  Which was not helping her.  "Rogue!"  He took her hand, the gloved one, and gave it a squeeze.  "Listen to me.  You can do this.  You're strong, not just physically, but you've got that fiery Southern spirit that can't be beat and drives m-uh, men wild!  You're not going to lose to that lunatic Wade, are you?  He's just a Deathstroke pastiche that someone in the 2000s decided to re-brand by giving him Animal-Man and She-Hulk's 4th Wall schtick!  You're an original character and that means something, damn it!"  What was he even saying?  Someone that was true, though.   This whole strange rippling reality was effecting him too!  They had to end this!<br/><br/>Jean said Rogue needed to give this Phoenix Force to her.  His mind raced.  It seemed like planetary annihilation was nigh...or at least their immediate deaths.  If the sun was gone, they had eight minutes before dark and cold overtook the planet and it would be mere days after that before everything and everyone was gone.  The cliche was that when you were about to die, your life flashed before your eyes, but in his case it was every lesson and fact he had ever learned about psychic powers.  And Christmas.  "Gift.  It's a gift!  Rogue, give Jean the Phoenix Force as a present!  Just think of it like that!  Give her her present and then we can end this and I can give you yours!  Think of putting it in a box with a bow and handing the box to Jean.  You can do this!"