<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EjgAfJsU0AA_3x4.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 the trademark visor.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rogue's comment brought a faint upward curve to Scott's lips.  They were different people in a lot of ways.  But they also had one major similarity that made him feel closer to her.  Mainly that their powers were equal parts curse and blessing.  It also helped that she was gorgeous.  So was Jean.  But then, all of the girls were.  And the guys for that matter.  Though thinking of gorgeous make him wonder where Ororo was... well, she'd show up.  Rogue was also so much more confident that he was, though he didn't do a bad job of faking it.  "Is it that obvious?  I suppose I should be glad that no guns have come out yet."<br/><br/>It was early in the evening though.<br/><br/>Jean took command of the situation, as effortlessly as she did most things, or at least tried to.  Nothing would remain calm with either Deadpool or Morph present.  Let alone both of them.  He nodded his head at Jean's acknowledgment, "Sure."  He considered how best to move the tree over to and into the metal stand.  While he'd like Rogue's help, he wasn't going to assume it.   He stood on his tiptoes to untie the rope from the top of the tree and then knelt on one knee to re-tie it to the bottom with the other rope. "If you just want to hang out, Rogue, that's cool too.  I've got this."  He could slide it on the rug and use the ropes to keep it steady...probably.<br/><br/>He noted Kitty's more subtle arrival as she went to speak to Jean.  When Ororo entered, that almost smile twitched on his face again.  "I had actually found a bigger tree, but it turned out to just an ent taking a walk.  Gave him directions to Isengard and he was on his way."  He then started his sliding of the tree, ideally to get busy before anyone noticed that he'd told a kind of joke.<br/><br/>It was a lame joke, to be fair, but it was him, after all.