<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>Jean, Kari, Hank, Morph, Rogue, Pietro, all generally<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He looked around as he sat up.  Kari's concern was misplaced.  He was fine.  He was always fine.  It was everything and everyone else who got hurt when things like this happened.  He looked over at the pretty, fuzzy elf and nodded.  "I-I'm fine.  Thank you."  Was everyone okay?  Before he could investigate further, Hand bounded into the room.  Scott didn't answer him at first, though he took the hand up.<br/><br/>Do not let it get to you?  Easy for him to day.  He hadn't just blown the place to hell and nearly maimed or killed one of the people he most cared about.  And he might have hit Deadpool too.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Hank," he said after a moment.  He'd say more but it seemed that all of this was enough for Jean.  The curvy redhead seemed to be done with all of this, at least for the moment, as she invited the bestial featured scientist to join her for a drink.  He could understand that.  After what he'd just done, he'd want to leave too.  Maybe once he made himself scarce, she'd be comfortable coming back and all of this would settle down.  Scott bent over to start unwinding the string of lights from around his ankle.  Damn it...how had he missed it?  "Guys, why don't you start on the tree, I'd better get to cleaning this-"<br/><br/>Before he could do more, Morph sprang into action.  A lot of people would assume that he, being the serious stick in the mud that everyone saw him as, disliked the jovial and frenetic shapeshifter.  Sometime Morph was annoying.  But other times...they were worth their weight in gold.  Considering how much they could adjust their mass and weight, that was saying something.  The nurse certainly got his attention, as it was meant to, but then everything that followed, particularly he turning into the painting.  Scott couldn't help himself, his shoulders shook and he made a choked laugh, and a smile fleetingly flashed across his face.  "Assuming you want to hold that pose until Piotr can mend it," he answered the changeling but hen he nodded.  "Morph...Sydney, thank you."<br/><br/>That moment of humor was very necessary as in the next few seconds, Rogue shot at Quicksilver almost like an arrow.  His eyes widened behind his visor at the exchange between the two of them.  The southern belle's words made it all click.  He hadn't missed the lights.  They hadn't been there.  Until Pietro put them there.  Because it was funny.  Him nearly cutting the damn house in half and killing their friends was funny.<br/><br/>He knew that the speedster hadn't thought it through.  He did that often.  But this was...this was beyond thoughtless.  Scott grimaced and took in a deep breath, ready to lay into Pietro even as he blurred into motion to try and make amends.  Then he thought of Jean's pained expression.  Of Rogue's insistence that things be looking merry when she got back.  He had not helped either of them tonight.  Even if tripping hadn't been his fault, it was still his eyes that wrecked the room.  And injured Rogue.  He'd noticed the way she was hiding her hand...he'd clipped her.  Hopefully not enough to do any real damage, given her resilience to injury, but...any hurt was too much.<br/><br/>He let Pietro zip around and clean things up and offer him the sweater.  It was obnoxious...and of course it was Wolverine.  Where had he gotten this?  "We'll get it fixed after the holiday, Pietro.  By someone who knows what they're doing.  And...we're going to talk about this.  But not tonight.  Let's...let's just have a merry Christmas.  Or try to."  Ugh, he was so bad at this part of life.  Who was he to try to get people to have a good time?  "So let's get some music going and get in to the food and drinks."