<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>MARVEL GIRL</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>female<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>Kitchen | Early evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Long red hair loose about her shoulders, Beige cardigan over a beige cashmere v-neck, black denim skirt, cute black stockings with little hearts on them. Click for image (https://i.imgur.com/tzpd8Ce.jpg)<br/><strong>Vibe:</strong>1966's Catwoman - Santa Baby (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTCFi4l3nkY)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Deadpool  (https://i.imgur.com/YWVymOl.jpg)| Rogue<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>There was a question dancing around in the back of Jean's mind as she contemplated whether or not drinking more with Wade in the room was a truly good idea or not. He was so unpredictable and also predictably unpredictable at the same time, if that made any sense... or maybe Jean was just buzzing. She had a hard time trying to sort that out at the moment.<br/><br/>Wade was busy responding her and seemed to latch onto the idea about distracting Beast so he could sit in the blue furry x-man's lap. Soon he had moved along to the naughty or nice question and seemed to be puzzling it over. Those loud thoughts again danced around from one place to another as she got flashes of Deadpool blowing up what he believed might be robot orphans, and pissing off Modok. Then there was a moment where he was licking the Infinity Gauntlet and Jean knew these thoughts all had to be delusions, she had heard of that thing before and Wade certainly had never been near it. Or at least she hoped he hadn't.<br/><br/>Deadpool pondered his drink and said something but Jean began to have trouble concentrating on anything...<br/><br/>Animated holiday classics, it's the most wonderful time of the year. The cartoons bring back memories of old, cozied up in fuzzy pajamas, nestled under a blanket with a bowl of cereal the size of her whole lap while watching Frosty the Snow Man or Mickey's A Christmas Carol. Then there were those really super old cartoons like the Peanut's Christmas Special and of course Santa's Workshop...<br/><br/>W... T... F?<br/><br/>Jean's head felt like it was going to explode, it danced with swirling lights and colors as she tried to fight whatever was going on here but it was no use. She was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of a Disney version of Santa's workshop. The smell of cinnamon and candy canes over powered her senses as a gaggle of green elves skipped past humming merry tunes and carrying presents to be loaded in Santa's sleigh.<br/><br/>How did Jean know where they were going? Her head swam with questions as her telepathic powers waged a futile war with whatever was going on.<br/><br/>Rogue entered a few moments before Deadpool merrily skipped out of the room to he could go greet Santa. Jean tried to tell him it wasn't what he thought it was but he left too quickly for her.<br/><br/>Rogue said,  "I know all this North Pole stuff is... Somethin'... But there better still be some drinks."<br/><br/>Jean said, "Hurry Rogue, tell Scott it's not what he thinks it is." She got the words out but her head felt like it was going to split open. Letting out a cry she began to fall to her knees behind the kitchen counter. The world suddenly going dark for her.<br/><br/>