<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 | Rogue | Beast | Storm<br/><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong>Making Christmas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th_j7RUu2vM)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He did not rise to the bait Kari threw out about the lights.  Normally such things weren't put around his ankles by speedsters.  But if it pleased her to needle him more about it, he wasn't about to stop her.  Christmas was a complicated time for the pious swashbuckling beauty.  He just shrugged, "I'm not as light on my feet as you I guess."  Kind of a pun on the situation?  Not a very good one, perhaps.  But he was trying.<br/><br/>Probably very trying to several of the people here.<br/><br/>He had forgotten about Rogue's dress as a possible issue with her putting Angel on the tree but she dealt with it well.  He watched her at first but then looked the other way, just in case something slipped.  Once she'd gotten it all set up, he nodded and then shrugged at her suggestion, then looked at the damage to the wall and ceiling.  "...I think I loosened up a bit too much already."  She was off to the kitchen looking for libations and he did not go with her.  He did need to give her the present, but...he should just put in under the tree or something.  If he kept waiting for the right moment, it would never come.<br/><br/>Waiting for her to return, he busied himself in laying out ornaments for the others to hang.  Kari had done a few but everyone should get the chance.  Most of his presents, save the one, were already under the tree and the others could find and open them at their leisure.  Winter gloves for Jean.  A new fencing mask for Kari.  A book on zen philosophy for Pietro, which would probably never get read.  A set of stained glass watering bulbs for Ororo's garden.  A repurposed Figment the dragon as a Lockheed stuffed animal for Kitty.  A Simon Williams movie collection for Hank.  A chess set for Morph.  There was something for everyone, save for Deadpool as he wasn't supposed to be here...but he'd taken that sweater, so he could count that as a gift if he asked.  Which he wouldn't.<br/><br/>He heard the bells first.  That was...the sound that was traditionally used for sleigh bells in Christmas media.  No idea if it was accurate or not.  He paused hanging an ornament on the tree himself.  Then the whole place changed.  Not just in color, hue, and texture but in design.  They were no longer in the Great Room of the mansion but...a cartoon Santa's workshop?  Complete with elves making toys and the jolly old elf himself reading letters and checking his list.  "What's this?"<br/><br/>Different Christmas cartoon.<br/><br/>He looked around, hearing Storm just quipping.  That was a restrained response.  Who could be doing this?  And why?  Arcade...but there was nothing to indicate that they'd been moved or taken at all.  "Mastermind."  That had to be it.  Jason Wyngarde's illusion powers were ridiculously powerful; it was thankful that the man wasn't that creative and his ego was so big or he'd be an A-list threat all on his own.  But why this?  It didn't made any sense.  Scott sighed.  "Too much to hope for a quiet, for us, Christmas."<br/><br/>He walked up to Santa, "Wyngarde, what's your game this time?"  Mastermind's arrogance meant that he wouldn't be anyone here but the man in charge.  And he wouldn't hide himself either, he was simply unable to be that self-effacing.  "This isn't like you."