X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion
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				Title: <strong>X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>01-12-2021, 01:03:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/kW7yzuM.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>Late December, the holiday season is upon us and it's a cool winter evening at the Xavier School For the Gifted. <br>Outside the snow is gently falling, everything is capped in white, <br>here and there the stars twinkle as they peak out from behind the passing clouds.<br>Brewing outside the winds will soon whip a wild sea of white as flurries turn to blizzard.<br>Unaware our happy little mutants continue their festivities...</em><br></div><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/3N36cVG.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Setting...<br>🎄 <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DECEMBER 24 - CHRISTMAS EVE</strong></span> 🎄<br></div><br><div align="center"><em>At the Xavier School For the Gifted some of the residents are decking the halls with boughs of holly. <br>Someone is hopefully bringing in the oversized Christmas tree that Wolverine left outside for them.<br>Seasonal treats are being prepared in the kitchen, the smell of hot cocoa is everywhere. <br>The classes are out, many have left for their outside homes and others have gone on vacations. <br>Still a few remain at the Mansion for the season and get ready for festivities.<br><br>Charles Xavier, otherwise known as Professor X has been undergoing treatments for an unknown illness.<br>Assuring the students it's nothing to be concerned about, he's retired to his room for bed rest.<br>He has some work to do but he'll be heavily medicated and resting comfortably in his room in deep sleep soon.</em><br></div><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thread Links</strong></span><br><br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=338124.0)<br>Cerebro:&nbsp; Approved Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=338125.0)<br>Mansion: IC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=338147.0)<br>Santa's Naughty List: IC<br><br><br>Please use the tag below for your posts:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]&lt;image here&gt;[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[size=14pt][b]ALIAS NAME HERE[/b][/size]<br>[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Age:[/b]<br>[b]Gender Identity:[/b]<br>[b]Location/Time:[/b]<br>[b]Description/Wearing:[/b]<br><br>[hr]<br><br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>01-12-2021, 01:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Throughout the Mansion =&gt; Great Room | 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> All I Want For Christmas Is You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAkMkVFwAoo)<br><hr><br>Everyone knows that you have to leave a plate of cookies and some milk out for Santa. Jean in all her excitement held a tray with a small plate of sugar cookies and some ice cold milk on it as she came twirling out of Professor X's room... <br><br>The school's founding father and preeminent hair challenged greatest mind was sidelined due a condition that he had not disclosed to the residence of his school. All he had left them with was that he would be fine but there may be a few days of bed rest involved so he was sitting out the festivities this year. Wearing a large electronic metal helmet it turned out that part of that bed rest that also involved him working from his room. So that is why Jean had been in his room, taking it upon herself to play nurse maid to him. She had just dropped off an identical tray as the one she was carrying to the Professor. His eyes were a little dark circled but the treats seemed to perk him up and he quickly donned his mysterious metal helmet - Jean suspected it was so he could shield his thoughts from her. But after their brief and merry exchange she danced out of the room wishing him a good night.<br><br>Humming as she danced down the hallway, Jean started softly singing a holiday melody...<br><br><em>♫I hear those sleigh bells ringing<br>Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh)<br>Won't you please bring my baby to me?♫</em><br><br>Stopping along the way she dipped her head down one hallway and then another, calling out to the residence...<br><br>Jean's voice was full of Christmas cheer as she called out, <strong>"Let's gather in the great room!&nbsp; Bring your presents for under the tree!"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She repeated this process down several hallways and stuck her head in the kitchen as well before she danced along into the Great Room. The warm glow of the fire place radiated warmth. The smells of cinnamon, candy canes, cocoa, and Christmas filled the air. <br><br><em>♫Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas<br>This is all I'm asking for<br>I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door♫</em><br><br>Of course she was still singing as she twirled and danced her way beside where the tree was supposed to be. Jean set the tray for Santa to rest on a small table next to the big open space on the floor. Her shoulders dropped as she stopped singing and stared at the reindeer themed cloth spread out with an empty metal tree holder centered on it.<br><br>With hands on hips, Jean raised her voice.<br><br><strong>"WHERE IS THE TREE? WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BRING THE TREE IN?!!! ANYONE?"</strong><br><br>"<strong>SCOTT?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>PIETRO?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>WADE?!!!</strong>"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>01-12-2021, 04:55:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Morph-Marvel-Comics-Exiles-a.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>MORPH</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sidney Sydney (or is it Sydney Sidney?)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Fluid<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Outside the mansion, then Inside the Mansion<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Well, technically naked. Shapeshifting provides its own wardrobe.<br><br><hr><br>Upon the roof of the mansion, a solitary figure stood tall as the night wind blew. Only a silhouette could be seen from afar, that of a powerful physique with pointed ears and a scalloped cape. If one could get closer it would revealed that the face bore a grim expression as the mind within dwelled upon the duty sworn to be carried out this evening. A deep raspy voice shouted into the darkness...<br><br>"<strong>I am vengeance! I am the night! I am...</strong> <em>freezing my butt off!</em>"<br><br>Suddenly the form shifted into that of Jolly Old Saint Nick, if he had no nose and flesh as white as the snow on the ground. Morph sighed in relief.<br><br>"That's better! That voice was murder on my throat. And I don't want Warner Brothers sending their lawyers after me. But I still have a mission!"<br><br>Now a lot of children throughout the world wonder how Santa gets down the chimney every Christmas. And the answer is... dunno. But for Morph's malleable body it was a piece of cake. Except cake was not the objective this evening. No, as the mutant made their way down the flue as a red and white blob, Morph had something else sweet in mind. They exited the hearth and saw the objective in sight... cookies! Resuming the shape of Santa, Morph crept closer to the tray of treats when suddenly they were startled by the sound of Jean Grey's voice. Morph was so focused on the cookies that they failed to notice the lovely redhead in the room! She had her back to Morph but that could change at any second. Quickly Morph changed into the cubicle shape for a present wrapped in red paper&nbsp; with a gold bow and a note that <em>Absolutely Positively Not For Jean So Don't Touch Me</em>. Morph would just have to be patient and then... cookie time!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>01-12-2021, 07:26:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ao1lggy.jpg?1)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> DEADPOOL<br><strong>Age:</strong> DEADPOOL<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> DEADP-CUT THAT OUT! Male! <br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Roasting His Chestnuts By the Open Fire!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Santa Hat! <br><br><hr><br><strong>"Slay Bells Jingling Ring Ting Tingling!"</strong> Deadpool sang merrily, tossing his gloved hands back and forth to a beat nobody could hear, not even himself from the tune he was failing to carry. Apparently he thought he was singing along with Jean as she pranced around the mansion. He wasn't. But he sure thought he was. And this time of year, isn't it the thought that counts?<br><br><strong>"Wait, no, no, sorry I know the next verse. It goes....God Rest Ye Merry X-le-Men,"</strong> he paused, made an "eh" gesture and bounded to his feet. <strong>"What? Not happy, or expecting, to see me?"</strong><br><br>How had Deadpool gotten into the X-Mansion? Simple! The magic of the season! Also a hacksaw. But mostly Christmas magic! And maybe a few security codes thanks to a certain someone who owed Deadpool some favors. Maybe that someone was here tonight. Maybe they'd just slept with someone here tonight. Maybe someone should watch what they download and simmer down the eagerness to click links screaming "The weirdest penguin video you've ever seen!" Who knows? Whose to say? Irrelevant anyway, it was again, I cannot stress enough <em>mostly magic.</em><br><br><strong>"Jean! Baby! So Glad you got my invitation,"</strong> He said, brushing aside the fact that invitation he'd sent was address to "X-Men" and inviting himself to this very party. <strong>"Hope you don't mind I helped myself to some hot chocolate!"</strong> He lifted his mug, <strong>"And some candy canes!"</strong> He had already unwrapped them and was crushing them up and dropping them in the, <strong>"And - OH DEAR GOD THE PRESENTS HAVE TURNED ON US!"</strong> For right there, a present had just come down the chimney! <strong>"Get behind me Jean, we can switch later!"</strong> <br><br>Seeing a chance for heroism, Deadpool dove to Jean's rescue, probably tossing a full mug of cocoa up in the air right in her direction in the process. Well okay so handling hot cocoa wasn't really his thing. Beating the crap of stuff sure was though. Deadpool scooped up the fire poker in one smooth roll and came up with it raised high and ready to trounce the evil present.<br><br><strong>"Who sent you!?"</strong> He screamed, somehow failing to land a blow on the surprisingly agile wrapped box, <strong>"A.I.M.? The Great Lakes Avengers? Hydra's Secret Toy Shop? Hold still you damned present!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>01-12-2021, 14:03:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EjgAfJsU0AA_3x4.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Entering the mansion's main foyer and transitioning to the great room<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> colorblind dot ugly Xmas sweater, snug jeans, boots.&nbsp; Ruby quartz glasses and then the trademark visor.<br><br><hr><br>The main doors to the grand foyer opened and a rush of cold wind battered into the warmth of the venerable estate's main building.&nbsp; There was a soft grunt and a few sounds of working at the ropes and moments later a seven foot evergreen tree came through the open space, top first, most of the body being guided through before it was tipped upward and the entirely smooth "cut" end rested on one of the throw rugs used to soften and warm and elegant hardwood flooring.&nbsp; Holding it up, and fumbling the doors closed behind him, was a young man who was tall with a slender but fit build, wind tousled brown hair, and a pair of red lensed glasses.<br><br>Scott Summers sighed then as he felt the mansion's warmth reasserting itself into him as well as the surrounding air.&nbsp; He probably should have bundled up more when going outside but he had also expected more help with the tree.&nbsp; Meaning any help with the tree.&nbsp; But that was all right.&nbsp; Solitude wasn't a bad thing and the cold, dark, snowy evening outside was good for thinking.&nbsp; Some would say he did too much of that as it was, though.<br><br>He winced as he heard Jean bellowing, not that he'd think the word in her presence, about the tree.&nbsp; He was behind, it seemed.&nbsp; The special present he'd been working on with Hank had finally gotten finished, they were pretty sure, earlier but taken more time than he'd wanted it to.&nbsp; Which pushed everything back.&nbsp; Given that he then had to get the tree by himself...<br><br>And still did.&nbsp; From here to the great room.&nbsp; Scott shifted to look around the tree at the main hallway which would take him there.&nbsp; He could carry the tree the whole way; it wasn't terribly heavy for the athletic mutant.&nbsp; But it was awkward and would likely bump against the walls and ceiling.&nbsp; And make a mess.&nbsp; <br><br>Options.&nbsp; <br><br>Assets.<br><br>The tree.&nbsp; The sled outside.&nbsp; The ropes on the sled.&nbsp; The smooth and well waxed hardwood floors.&nbsp; The rugs on them, one slightly askew from where it had slid under someone's feet.&nbsp; <br><br>"That'll do."<br><br>Minutes later, there would be a soft hum in the hallway, getting louder to those in the great room as it was clearly approaching.&nbsp; It was not a person humming or singing as Jean had earlier.&nbsp; It was a sound that would be vaguely familiar to many of those who lived here but they'd not heard it quite like this before.&nbsp; It was an energetic sound and there was a lower sounds underneath it of a whissing rush, the rustle of evergreen boughs, and a faint wooden creak.&nbsp; A red glow accompanied it, also growing brighter as it approached.&nbsp; Scott Summers sailed into the great room on one of the longer throw rugs; the tree was on the end in front of him with a rope tied securely near the top and another at the bottom, both held by the young mutant.&nbsp; The tree was bent in a curve as a thin and surprisingly gentle red beam was focused on it, turning it into a "sail" for the rug and Scott himself to ride down the hallway on.&nbsp; <br><br>His glasses were swapped out for his visor, the device the only thing that let him operate his power with this level of precision and control.&nbsp; Now that the tree was out in front of him, he was surprisingly lightly clad for being outside.&nbsp; Sturdy black boots, jeans that were a bit old and worn but fit well to his legs and hips, and a Christmas sweater in garish red and green.&nbsp; While many of the decorations on it where the normal kind, there was also a great smattering of the red and orange dots used for colorblind tests and they spelled out among the merry Christmas items "Screw the colorblind."&nbsp; <br><br>It had been a gift from Wolverine last year.&nbsp; It amused Scott to wear it now and see how people would react to it and if they would think he knew what it said or not.&nbsp; Since he couldn't actually see the lettering, given that everything was red to him and he was functionally colorblind.&nbsp; But Jean had told him what was on it last year.&nbsp; <br><br>The tree sailed into the great room with Scott behind it, riding the polished floor until he cut off his beam and then continuing another few feet on momentum before coming to a stop at the edge of the the reindeer cloth that had been spread on the ground as the resting place of the tree.&nbsp; "Sorry about that, Jean, I-"<br><br>He stared for a few moments at Deadpool trying to crush a present with a fireplace poker, noting where the man's mug of hot cocoa had ended up, and pursed his lips.&nbsp; Then he sighed.&nbsp; "I'll just take care of this then, while you..."&nbsp; Deal with that?&nbsp; Shaking his head, he asked, "Deadpool, have you had any cookies yet?&nbsp; Maybe you need to build up your strength before thrashing that present."&nbsp; It might distract the man for a few moments.&nbsp; It looked Scott wouldn't be sticking around for much of the festivities after all.&nbsp; He was so <em>loud</em>.&nbsp; For an introvert, there was already a lot of noise at a time like this to have Deadpool on top of it.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>01-12-2021, 16:55:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Bedroom » the Great Room | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green sweater dress, black leggings, cream-colored knee-high socks, brown knee-high boots (https://i.imgur.com/ymFy6VC.jpg) and a pair of brown leather gloves that match her boots<br><br><hr><br>Rogue could hear Jean singing through the halls while she finished getting ready in her room. She was in the process of picking out which boots and which gloves she was going to wear, which was probably her favorite part about putting an outfit together. This time of year was always her favorite. Not because of the holidays or anything like that, but because it was cold. She had far more options as far as clothing went and also didn't stick out like a sore thumb quite as much as she did while still wearing long sleeves and full length pants in the summertime. She couldn't help but to be extra careful, despite how uncomfortably hot it got. Winter was far more her style. She could relax a little bit, knowing that others were bundled up as well. There was less of a concern that someone would accidentally brush her bare skin.<br><br>After pulling on her gloves, she checked once more in the mirror and brushed a bit of white hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and headed out into the hall to finally make her way to the Great Room. As she neared closer, the hallways slowly began to fill with the sounds of the nearby ruckus from Deadpool. She recognized his voice from afar and though some people might just turn around and head away from that amount of chaos, Rogue kept on her path. At least the guy always wore a full body suit! She didn't have anything to worry about with him, so that gave him a bit of a plus in her book, though she would never tell him that.<br><br>The scene when she entered was... Something. Deadpool was jumping around with a fire-poker in hand, trying to whack a present and yelling through his mask at it. What was even going on right now? She decided to avoid it and let it play out how it was gonna play out for now as she made her way over to Scott, who seemed uncomfortable with the amount of energy in the room. She didn't stand too close to him, as she tended to keep her distance with everyone all the time, but it was at least close enough for him to hear her over the ruckus.<br><br>"You look nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full'a rockin' chairs."<br><br>Scott was obviously not one for chaos and this party was turning out to be a chaotic one with Deadpool around. When did Deadpool not bring chaos with him wherever he went? Always so full of energy and with a mouth that never stopped moving. That was one boy that Rogue did <em>not</em> want to touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>02-12-2021, 05:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Great Room | 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> All I Want For Christmas Is You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAkMkVFwAoo)<br><hr><br>Morph, the not so cleverly disguised present, ended up catching the eye of Deadpool who bust onto the scene like a hurricane. Everything happened so fast. If the bad guys were this fast the X-Men would never stop them. Thankfully it was just Deadpool and her fellow X-Mutants at home this cozy Christmas Eve.<br><br>The Merc with the mouth had burst on the scene and was chattering away as his conversation took a turn of warning. Deadpool said... <em>"And - OH DEAR GOD THE PRESENTS HAVE TURNED ON US!" For right there, a present had just come down the chimney! "Get behind me Jean, we can switch later!</em><br><br>That's when he tossed a full mug of cocoa up in the air in Jean's direction. It should be noted that he is an expert shot and deadly with all manner of bladed weapons... That man doesn't miss.&nbsp; But thankfully it was nothing that her training hadn't prepared her for. Jean mentally caught the already spilling cocoa and mug in mid flight. With a thought she had the mug scoop up the splattering liquid and she swiftly brought it to rest on the fireplace mantle. A few drops managed to splatter the floor. The thought crossed her mind to make Deadpool lick that up after but he'd probably enjoy it.<br><br>Now Jean really noticed what he was talking about as he was trying to whack the present that wasn't a present... Of course it was Morph!<br><br><em>"Who sent you!?" &lt;Deadpool&gt; screamed, somehow failing to land a blow on the surprisingly agile wrapped box, "A.I.M.? The Great Lakes Avengers? Hydra's Secret Toy Shop? Hold still you damned present!"</em><br><br>Then Scott entered as the savior with the tree.<br><br>Scott said, <em>"Sorry about that, Jean, I-"</em><br><br>He was quickly distracted by the Deadpool / Morph-Present ruckus. The chaos seemed to possibly break Scott's brain as he witnessed an unhinged guy in tight red/black leather trying to assassinate a present. Thankfully Rogue entered the room, standing just off to one side of Scott and some semblance of mental calm came with her. Jean was grateful for the back up. <br><br>Jean said,<strong> "Morph, I could hear you when you were on the roof thinking about cookies. You might as well been shouting it at me over the coms. There are plenty in the kitchen. Leave those ones, they are for Santa..."</strong> She mentally flicked Deadpool in the forehead. <strong>"Wade stop! It's Morph.. There will NO smashing objects or anything while you are in the mansion... Except candy canes you can crush those for your cocoa, which is on the Mantle by the way. Don't think I didn't notice you intentionally throwing it at me a moment ago. Best behavior tonight or I'll make sure Santa gives you a lump of coal."</strong><br><br>Her hands were on her hips. <br><br><strong>"Scott, thank you for bringing in the tree. Maybe Rogue can help you set it up there."</strong> She pointed in the general direction of the mat that Scott clearly seemed to notice was the where the tree went. To Rogue, Jean said, <strong>"Are you good with tree duty? It needs decorations, it's big and awkward, and I don't trust Wade near the tree."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>02-12-2021, 19:01:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1000282429255397377/oi10wjIl_400x400.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Shadowcat</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Great Room | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> A dark green dungaree style dress with a red polo top, red and white stripped socks, a jaunty Santa hat is perched on her head and she even managed to find one for Lockheed<br><br><hr><br>It was during this excessive chaos that a head of brown hair wearing a Santa hat, framing a young face popped out of the wall, Kitty just caught the end of the present attack and the saving of the hot chocolate and smiled. She didn't need to have seen what happened and she could guess quite easily. Kitty slipped from the wall rather unassumingly her friend and companion Lockheed as always perched upon her shoulder. Jean as always watched over the proceeding with an almost military glare. Her eyes alighted on the tray set up for Santa and she breathed in the delicious scent of cookies. Santa must love coming here Kitty though to herself. The mutant made her way to Jean's side and asked the most pressing question. "Have you seen the professor today. Is he well?" All the mutants were concerned over the professors sudden illness, Kitty as one of the youngest seemed particularly upset when she had heard the news. <br><br>Of course deep down she knew that the Proffessor wouldn't want anyone to worry, and he especially wouldn't want Christmas ruined. However Kitty needed that extra reassurance that Jean could bring her, before fully emerging herself in the Christmas spirit. Brown eyes stared intently at Jean as if she also had the ability to read minds. Lockheed snorted a small puff of smoke emitted for his nostrils a he shared Kitty's emotions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>02-12-2021, 22:12:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xORa7Yt.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ororo Munoe<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Bedroom ---&gt; Great Room | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> This (https://i2.wp.com/www.theunstitchd.com/women/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Red-Plaid-Sweater-Outfit-Ideas-for-Christmas.jpg?fit=681%2C1349&amp;ssl=1)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I'll be home for Christmas <br>You can count on me <br>Please have snow and mistletoe <br>And presents on the tree"</span></div><br><em>Ororo sang along with Bing as she readied herself for the evening, her husky contralto harmonizing beautifully with Bing's rich baritone in a way that soothed her soul and made her smile. No one did Christmas songs as they did back during the height of Hollywood's glam era. The 40s and 50s, while an awful era for normal people of color, was absolutely smashing when it came to music.</em><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Christmas Eve will find me <br>Where the love light gleams <br>I'll be home for Christmas <br>If only in my dreams" </span></div><br><em>Taking a razor to the sides of her mohawk, the young woman straightened it out a bit and got rid of the white bristles that threw the whole thing off even as Bing segued into <strong>White Christmas</strong>. Her voice joined in joyously, rising above even the scratch of her vinyl record. Did she hear the contretemps as things devolved into chaos due to the arrival of the <strong>Merc with the Mouth</strong> or Morph? Nope. She was reliving her very first Christmas, when her parents were still alive, when she was but young and everything was magical.<br><br>Eventually, her mohawk was stunning, her lips were on point and she felt comfy enough in her red and black oversized sweater and skinny jeans. Still humming Christmas carols to herself, Ororo sauntered downstairs and paused Just behind Rogue, who looked properly smashing. Jean was being very herself, controlling all of the disparate personalities with no more than a slight frown and sweetly voiced demands.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Goodness. D'ya think the tree is big enough, Scott?"</span><br><br><em>A momentary pause as she craned her neck to see who else was inside. Ahhh, Dead Pool and obviously Morph...but not obvious because PRESENT?? And was that Kitty? Ororo offered a wave to the young woman and resumed her humming. This was gonna be a GOOD night. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>02-12-2021, 23:11:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EjgAfJsU0AA_3x4.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; Ruby quartz glasses and then the trademark visor.<br><br><hr><br>Rogue's comment brought a faint upward curve to Scott's lips.&nbsp; They were different people in a lot of ways.&nbsp; But they also had one major similarity that made him feel closer to her.&nbsp; Mainly that their powers were equal parts curse and blessing.&nbsp; It also helped that she was gorgeous.&nbsp; So was Jean.&nbsp; But then, all of the girls were.&nbsp; And the guys for that matter.&nbsp; Though thinking of gorgeous make him wonder where Ororo was... well, she'd show up.&nbsp; Rogue was also so much more confident that he was, though he didn't do a bad job of faking it.&nbsp; "Is it that obvious?&nbsp; I suppose I should be glad that no guns have come out yet."&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; Nothing would remain calm with either Deadpool or Morph present.&nbsp; Let alone both of them.&nbsp; He nodded his head at Jean's acknowledgment, "Sure."&nbsp; He considered how best to move the tree over to and into the metal stand.&nbsp; While he'd like Rogue's help, he wasn't going to assume it.&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; I've got this."&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; When Ororo entered, that almost smile twitched on his face again.&nbsp; "I had actually found a bigger tree, but it turned out to just an ent taking a walk.&nbsp; Gave him directions to Isengard and he was on his way."&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>03-12-2021, 02:05:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gAcUOMn.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Quicksilver</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Pietro Maximoff<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> male (he/him)<br><strong>Location | Time:</strong> Bedroom - Great Room | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Silver lightning bolt emblem on his Black bunny Onesie (https://i.imgur.com/hVfJf4n.jpg) w/ floppy eared hood laid back. Googles &amp; headphones around his neck<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> Sweet Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnZqB5Z75zI)<br><br><hr><br>Run, Pietro, run... And run he did. Bunny ears flapping in the wind behind him, fur rippling around. The young man known as Quicksilver didn't want to be the last to put presents under the tree so he ran so fast that it almost looked like everything else in the mansion was standing still. <br><br>Into the great room he entered so fast that no one would even see him enter. Or at least those with nearly normal perception wouldn't notice him. He took in the surroundings.<br><br>Deadpool was with them, swatting at a large odd looking present. The whole gang was there with the tree and all.<br><br>Quicksilver straightened the bow on the Morph-Present as he ran past while depositing his own presents around Morph effectively adding camouflage for the mutant...<br><br>Quicksilver then stopped to wave at Deadpool and attempted to remove the whacking stick out of his hands so it would come to a clattering finale on the floor...<br><br>Gently he wound a string of lights around one of Scott's feet... He knew what the result probably would be... Only time would tell... Pietro grinned devilishly.<br><br>He took a moment to admire Jean and Kitty, took a drink of the ice cold milk on the table next to Santa's cookies.&nbsp; Then because he had a thing for tormenting Jean he adjusted Jeans arm so she was picking her nose. <br><br>Tugging on the Santa hat that Kitty wore at a jaunty angle, he pulled it down over her eyes. He had a huge crush on her. Just then he realized that Lockheed was watching him. Those tiny little eyes were fast enough to track his movements. So he took another frozen in time moment to straighten out Lockheed's adorable Santa hat and give him a cookie by stuffing it into his mouth very gently... Maybe that would stop the little fire breather from roasting him? ...<br><br>Then he found himself face to face with Storm... So pretty.... So damn dangerous! He was fast but not faster then lightening so he got himself out of there just as fast as he entered... <br><br>...Out into the kitchen... scooped up the snacks, deposited them on a table in the Great Room..<br><br>Then he realized that Rogue needed some attention so he tried to steal a dance with Her. He positioned her arms like they were going to do a waltz, slipped his arm around her waist, and a few kissy faces at her beautiful smooth cheek. He knew better though, no matter how tempting, he didn't dare touch her... Then he left her in position as he dashed away and leaned against the wall like nothing had happened... Or at least that's what he planned to do. Rogue was fast, there was a chance she might hold on before he could dash away.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>04-12-2021, 05:17:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7r1kC8q.jpg?1)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Near a fireplace!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Santa Hat! <br><br><hr><br><strong>"Hold still! Damned present!"</strong> Deadpool screamed as the Morph-box adeptly dodged his haphazard beating. You can't blame Deadpool for this one, no amount of training can prepare you for a present that knows how to dodge. <br><br><strong>"Huh?"</strong> He was caught off guard as the beating poker was yoinked from his hands and he whirled around to find a room much more full of X-Men than had been there before. <br><br><strong>"HEY GANG!"</strong> He yelled at the gang.<strong>"So happy to see you!"</strong> He said, happy to see them. <strong>"And - hey cut that out!"</strong> He yelled at the air, <strong>"Stop describing everything I do when the dialogue makes it obvious!"</strong> He said, upset at the - <strong>"What did I just say!?</strong>" Sorry.<br><br><strong>"Hmph."</strong> The Merc with a Mouth clapped his hands and turned his attention back to the X-Men. <br><br><strong>"Ooooh!"</strong> He took his cocoa happily. <strong>"Well Jean you can't blame me for wanting to see you drenched in chocolate."</strong> He said with a shrug. <strong>"No, legally, you can't. It's in the Constitution."</strong> He whirled on Cyclops, anticipating what would come next, <strong>"NOT THAT ONE! The real one! WAKE UP SHEEPLE!"</strong> He glanced down at Scott's shirt, finally reading it. His costume-eyes seemed mortified. Taking a step back, he shook his head sadly and turned back to Jean. <strong>"Shame on you!"</strong> He hissed with a wag of his finger. <br><br>He then proceeded to hop back to his big comfy chair and plop down in, pulling up his mask to reveal his hideously scarred face as he sipped his hot cocoa gleefully. <br><br>His head then slowly turned to Rogue as she made her statement. <strong>"Room full of..."</strong> He shook his head with a sigh. <strong>"Girl grows up torturing cats with death trap rooms filled with rocking chairs listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd and they call <em>me</em> the bad guy."</strong> He muttered. <br><br>The mug of cocoa drifted down, nearly spilling itself, as Storm walked in. So distracting was the stunning X-Man that Deadpool almost missed the chance to make a joke about what she'd said. It was too long of a pause to say <em>First time he's ever heard that.</em> In response to her statement to Scott, but not too late to jump in with his own addition!<br><br><strong>"No, but mine might be now that you're here."</strong> He said, costumed eye winking at her somehow. <br><br>Cyclop's joke about Isengard merely prompted a blank stare. Then another few moments of it. Then suddenly Deadpool burst out laughing. <strong>"Ha! Ents! I get it!"</strong> He turned 'innocently' towards Rogue and made a 'cut him off' gesture. <br><br>Suddenly what Kitty had said registered and Deadpool leaped to his feet, pausing halfway as her met Jean's eye with his mug primed to toss in her direction again. A little meep noise came as he pivoted and kept it in the glass instead, through some rather skillful juggling and jostling before he exclaimed, <strong>"The professor is missing!?! ON CHRISTMAS?!?!"</strong> He prepared to strike a heroic pose. <strong>"Only ONE MAN CAN - </strong>" But suddenly there was a whirlwind of activity and Quicksilver's presence was suddenly felt. Deadpool snapped his head this way and that trying to catch sight of the man. <br><br><strong>"Dammit Quicksilver I was trying to be the star of this issue!"</strong> He huffed, flopping back down in his chair and sipping his cocoa with a sulk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-12-2021, 17:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Great Room | 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> All I Want For Christmas Is You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAkMkVFwAoo)<br><br><hr><br>Good to see Ororo joining them all. It seemed she was as in the festive mood as Jean was, singing holiday favorites as she came to join them all. <br><br>Ororo said, <em>"Goodness. D'ya think the tree is big enough, Scott?"</em><br><br>It was such a typical Scott thing to do, his nerdy and adorable Lord of the Rings joke. Jean flashed him a brief smile. <br><br>Jean said to Ororo,<strong> "It was Wolverine's doing. The tree that is. He brought it to the mansion for us... Personal I think he just wanted to keep us busy and out of trouble... How Scott managed to bring it in all by himself, I don't know. It must be at least eight feet tall."</strong><br><br>Jean had no actual idea how big the tree was, in fact she had no idea the difference between a spruce tree or a pine tree so she had no clue what type of tree it was at all. A Christmas tree was all she could think, a big damn tree, and it needed decorations.<br><br>Concerned for Professor Xavier's health, Kitty had popped up beside Jean before all this went down and was asking about him. That moment Jean felt Pietro's intentions interrupting her train of thought like an explosion. He didn't just move fast he thought fast to keep up with his actions. Sometimes it hurt her head when his thoughts burst in unannounced. In the next moment she had her finger up her nose. That finger was not put there by her... She knew who had done it but it was over before she could do anything about it... Jean huffed a little.<br><br>Within mere moments, Deadpool was cracking wise and half attempting to throw more cocoa on Jean. Maybe it was in her eyes or just the fact he knew better but Wade pulled up short on that attempt. Jean could only roll her eyes at his comment about wanting to see her covered in cocoa. Was that some sort of a flirt? She didn't know for sure and didn't have time to think about that.<br><br>With a thought Jean manipulated the record player to begin playing a holiday hits album and with the another thought she <strong>ever so slightly tilted Wade's mug up just a little as he was taking a sip</strong>.<br><br>Reaching out for Kitty's arm, Jean would gently try to prompt her to step off to the side with her. Assuming that she would come Jean whispered softly to her. <strong>"I don't know what's wrong with him, he assures me that he's fine. But he's obsessively working on a project that he is blocking me from knowing about. Between that and all the medication he's taking to help him sleep, I don't know what's going on. He's probably sleeping by now. I can't read him at all."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>04-12-2021, 23:14:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/smd9Pz6.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nightcrawler</span></strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kari Wagner<br><strong>Age:</strong>24<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Mansion basement/Great Room <br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Sweater/Jeans<br><br><hr><br>Kari had missed much of the initial commotion. Duty and obligation after all. She had been given a very important task after all, one that would strain her mutant abilities to their fullest. She'd shimmied in the darkest place in the mansion, though the thought of turning on the light never really occurred to her. She could see just as well in one or the other. Her glowing yellow eyes stood out like firelights as she gripped the ceiling. Skittering this way and that as her tail swayed beneath her, looking for her prize. Her fangi grin appeared as she finally saw what looked like Scott's handwriting on some boxes. Meticulous and clean and neat. It certainly wasn't hers looking like that. Dropping down over the stack of old magazines (Why...who kept these anyway?) and some pool equipment, she pounced upon the prize. <br><br>A BAMF noise and a wisp of purple smoke was the only signal that she had been there, as she appeared in the great room, settled on a stack of three plastic tote boxes. The same BAMF heralding her arrival through the darkforce dimension. Her unconscious abilities kept her from appearing and merging into some sort of odd creature with Storm or some such (Stormcrawler!) "Fear not, Mein Freunds! I have successfully saved the tree decorations from the labyrinth that is..." she waggled her fingers, all three of them, dramatically "The X-Basement!" <br><br>Her yellow gaze flickered to the tree for a moment. She had spent long days and nights in her past wrestling with her faith and the commercialization and tree's and such and had finally decided that, too her, the two ideas of the holiday were perhaps best treated as just that. Two holidays. There was this, the time for togetherness and friends and the exchange of presents and well wishes, and her more religious life, in which was time for thought and consideration of this, the time of birth and remembrance. <br><br>She pondered a bit, her nimble body springing up and landing on the very top of the tree. Such was a testimony to her agility and balance that the tree wobbled not once as she landed and perched. She hummed a bit, barely able to fit even in the vast room as she hunched down, peering down at the mass of needles, looking like a rather lovely Christmas Elf perched up there, fuzzy though she was. Her tail swayed ponderously as she looked down at the tree. Her voice took a mocking seriousness to it, "Herr Summers....do you believe three boxes of decorations are enough for this?" She said with a toothy smile. The plastic totes were on the beefy side, though she did enjoy poking at their rather dry leader now and again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>05-12-2021, 15:57:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Great Room | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green sweater dress, black leggings, cream-colored knee-high socks, brown knee-high boots (https://i.imgur.com/ymFy6VC.jpg) and a pair of brown leather gloves that match her boots<br><br><hr><br>Rogue nodded to Jean and turned her attention to Scott and the tree just in time for him to offer her an out. She put her gloved hands on her hips and raised a brow to his offer. "Suga, you been strugglin' with that tree for how long now? Just let little ol' me take that off your hands," she offered before suddenly gripping her hand on the hand of one silver blur, stopping Pietro from running away. It had all happened in an instant, but Rogue was always aware of when someone was touching her. Her attention turned away from Scott and his tree erection issue and to the speedster that was now stuck in her view.<br><br>Her free hand grabbed his headphones from around his neck, taking them off of him so he could listen to her without distractions. She propped her fist on her hip, keeping the headphones low and out of his view, so long as he looked at her while she was talking to him. "Didn't yer daddy ever teach you to <em>ask</em> a lady for a dance?" she asked, her hand not releasing his, keeping him from getting away from her. She was sure Pietro wasn't expecting to be getting a scolding this early in the evening, but he was always so quick to get himself into trouble.<br><br>"You don't wanna test me, hon. Next time you grab me, I'm draggin' ya right under the mistletoe. We'll see who's faster, huh?" She dropped his headphones right on top of his head and finally released his hand to let him go, satisfied with her warning to him. Was she planning on actually following through with the threat she gave him? No. But she was satisfied enough by warning him that it was a possibility and he needed to watch himself around her. Rogue would never harm a fellow X-men.<br><br>Well... Maybe if they got her <em>really</em> mad.<br><br>With that, she turned her attention back to the tree to find Kari sitting on top of it. "Oh, hon. I think you may be just a <em>tiny </em>bit too big to be a tree angel," she teased with a friendly smile. "Come on back down and I'll get that tree set up so y'all can decorate it. I need to get me some eggnog. <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">And maybe a couple shots,</span>" she added the last bit under her breath, already a bit stressed out from Quicksilver touching her. She always got so tense when it was someone else touching her and not her touching someone. She preferred to have control over any physical interaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>05-12-2021, 18:53:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1000282429255397377/oi10wjIl_400x400.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Shadowcat</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Kitty Pryde<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Great Room | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> A dark green dungaree style dress with a red polo top, red and white stripped socks, a jaunty Santa hat is perched on her head and she even managed to find one for Lockheed<br><br><hr><br>Kitty would have gladly followed Jean to the side of the room if it were not for several events that happened in quick succession. Wade leapt up on only hearing half the conversation and struck a dramatic pose. Yelling out for all to hear that&nbsp; only one man. Fortunately she was saved from any further declaration as the tale tale wind of Quicksilvers arrival blew over her.<br><br>His speed was such that she didn't see him move only that one minute she could see and the next everything went dark and the man pulled her hat over her eyes. Kitty felt more then saw the end of his practical joke as once again Wade&nbsp; that he was going to be the star. Pulling her hat back up onto her head she sent a shy smile&nbsp; to where Pietro leaned casually against the wall. She would get him back for this later...perhaps with a convenient&nbsp; sprig of mistletoe.<br><br>Hat secured Kitty fell in beside Jean and the two put their heads closer together as Jean spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't know what's wrong with him, he assures me that he's fine. But he's obsessively working on a project that he is blocking me from knowing about. Between that and all the medication he's taking to help him sleep, I don't know what's going on. He's probably sleeping by now. I can't read him at all."</strong><br><br>Her answer didn't reassure Kitty one bit. Knowing the Proffessor was deliberately blocking Jean from his mind rang all sorts of alarm bells for the young woman. Worry etched her Features as she knawed on her lip. Her eyes scanned the collected mutants as with bamp and an accompaniment of purple smoke Kari arrived with the decorations.<br><br>Kitty didn't want to ruin Christmas and she looked to Jean once more. "Let's hope that sleeping helps him. Is there anything I can do to help? I think he would be more rested knowing we are enjoying ourselves?" She ended the thought more as a question then intended.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>05-12-2021, 19:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gAcUOMn.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Quicksilver</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Pietro Maximoff<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> male (he/him)<br><strong>Location:</strong> |&nbsp; Great Room | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Silver lightning bolt emblem on his Black bunny Onesie (https://i.imgur.com/hVfJf4n.jpg) w/ floppy eared hood laid back. Googles &amp; headphones around his neck<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> Sweet Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnZqB5Z75zI)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue | Deadpool | Kitty | Nightcrawler | Scott?<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Yes, it happened. Rogue held on. Damn her fast reflexes! But she was so pretty, Pietro didn't care. I mean he almost ripped his own arm out of his socket when he tried to run away but still it was totally worth it. He gulped when she said she was going to kiss him under the mistletoe if he didn't behave himself. He bet that her lips were soft as silk and sweet as honey... of course.. she'd steal his powers and possibly suck the life out of him.. but again, totally worth it. <br><br>He tried to look cool and relaxed when she let him go so he could lean up against the wall as planned. At least she didn't break his headphones. Rogue could have easily snapped them like she snapped her fingers. Pietro was leaning against that wall and being as cool as he could be and totally hoped that no one saw his semi-erection. It wasn't his fault, getting that close to Rogue was like being near the forbidden fruit! He was a teenage boy, it wasn't his fault, it was the hormones!!! That's it, it was all the hormones fault. Plus! Room full of hot chicks! Pietro needed to do something about his situation, he looked at Wade drinking his cocoa.. yup that was an erection killer.<br><br>Then he noticed Kitty again and she smiled at him. All the women here were hot but Kitty made his heart melt. Pietro thought she was amazing. He got a dreamy look on his face and half jumped as he was startled by the <em>BAMF!</em> of Nightcrawler appearing in the room and all over the place.. including to the top of the tree. <br><br>Quick couldn't just lean there looking like an idiot so he sped over near the tree with one of those decoration totes in hand.<br><br>Pietro said to no one in particular but maybe to Scott?<strong> "Just tell me what to do; Garland around the room? Stockings by the fire? Tinsel on the tree? Your Christmas cheer is my command!" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>05-12-2021, 21:48:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VLIZQkK.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Near a fireplace!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Santa Hat! <br><br><hr><br>Deadpool's sipping of cocoa was interrupted as the cup seemed to tip of its own free will. He had to scramble to avoid spilling it. Nobody wants to see Deadpool dunked in chocolate after all, at least that's what Deadpool would have told you.<br><br>Once he had things under control he glared at the cup suspiciously. <strong>"Morph? Is that also you?"</strong> He glared suspiciously. <strong>"There are easier ways to get my mouth on you pal."</strong><br><br>He glanced up towards the tree as a certain blue X-Man *BAMF'd* up to it. <br><br><strong>"Ah yes, nothing more festive and traditional than a demon on a tree and the smell of sulphur.&nbsp; Brings me back home to memories of childhood Christmas in a Latverian dungeon!"</strong> He cracked wise then squinted. Did Nightcrawler seem more fanservicey than usual? Which was to say, fanservicey at all? Why didn't Nightcrawler have fans the way some of the other X-Men did? She could probably use Deadpool's help with that. Yessir, Deadpool decided, that would be his Christmas present to her. He'd make her famous if it was the last thing she wanted! Pulling out a device that in anyone else's hand one would assume was a phone, Deadpool took a picture of the devil on the tree and yada yada yada within a few days Taylor Swift would be reposting it. Hey, whose to say why. Maybe she owed a few favors. Maybe she has a very long hit list. Maybe she's written several albums about it. Don't act so surprised. <br><br>Good deed done for the season, Deadpool put down the cup that he still wasn't sure was Morph or not, and soon purloined another mug, and another serving of cocoa, and a massive plate of cookies and settled back down by fireplace, legs draped over the arm of the chair as he nommed cookies happily.<br><br><strong>"You know what would improve the professor's well being?"</strong> Deadpool chimed into Kitty's conversation as if he had any authority on the subject. <strong>"Knowing that we're having a great time! So everyone stop picturing me naked, and let's play a happy game of X-Men trivia! I'll start!"</strong> Deadpool pulled out a pack of trivia cards from some horrible recess in his costume. <br><br><strong>"What respected and decorated veteran had her powers and identity absorbed by Rogue?"</strong> Deadpool read happily, as if completely unaware of what a very awkward thing this was to bring up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>05-12-2021, 23:36:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://animesuperhero.com/x-men/gallery/images/35-17.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; Ruby quartz glasses and then not.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean, Kari, Rogue, Pietro, Deadpool, all generally<br><br><hr><br>He caught the small smile Jean shot his way.&nbsp; She appreciated him making an effort at least.&nbsp; And her smile.&nbsp; Rogue had offered to take the tree by the time the red and black wearing murderer who was in their midst made his over the top reaction.&nbsp; Typical.&nbsp; For someone who everyone talked about as chaotic, Wade Wilson was often entirely predictable.&nbsp; He'd made his disdain for Scott very clear in any number of ways.&nbsp; He pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the smile and the sweet voice of the Southern belle bombshell and her offer to handle the tree.&nbsp; He stood up from where he had been on the ground, determining how best to slide the tree along, "Thanks, Rogue, that would-"<br><br>A great deal then happened almost all at once.&nbsp; A number of things around the room just changed, seemingly on their own; Jean was picking her nose, Kitty's Santa hat was down over her eyes, the poker Deadpool was holding was now almost out of his hand until Rogue grabbed hold of something that wasn't there and then held Quicksilver in her grasp.&nbsp; Almost as soon as she'd grabbed him there was a sound that was unique and well-known to all of them there as the sour stink of brimstone burst into the room along with Nightcrawler and three large totes of Christmas decorations for the tree.&nbsp; The agile young woman then leaped to the top of the tree and grinned down at him through the branches.&nbsp; "Danke, Fraulein Wagner," he responded in an earnest tone himself.&nbsp; Most would say he didn't have any others. "My Christmas Tree Plan Alpha indicates this should be enough.&nbsp; We'll raid the Professor's Xavier family stash in the attic if we need more."&nbsp; So many people would look at Kari and see a strange creature but he didn't get it.&nbsp; She had the brightest and most human soul of all of them.&nbsp; "That's Plan Beta."<br><br>He glanced over at Pietro and nodded.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if he was asking Jean or him or just in general.&nbsp; "The garland and stockings would be great, thanks.&nbsp; We'll all decorate the tree together."&nbsp; He had yet to notice the strand of Christmas lights around his foot and hadn't moved yet.<br><br>"Let me get out of your way, Rogue," he said, returning to the subject of the tree.&nbsp; It made a lot more sense for her to just lift it, one handed if she wanted to show off, than have any of them have to wrestle with it further.&nbsp; He smiled another small phantom smile at her mumbled words about needing some shots with her egg nog but didn't mention it.&nbsp; He hoped she'd feel better once she got what he and Hank had been working on.&nbsp; That was when he tuned back in to what Deadpool was saying and his first trivia question.&nbsp; That cruel bastard!&nbsp; "Deadpool!"&nbsp; He took an angry stride towards the man, "That's-"<br><br>That was when he stepped far enough for the strand of lights to tighten around his ankle and jerk his leg out from under him while he was moving.&nbsp; Biology made his eyes widen as he fell, gravity made his glasses tumble from his face and skitter across the floor from the unexpected change in speed and direction, and his mutant power blazed freely.&nbsp; It wasn't even for a full second.&nbsp; Scott flexed his core to twist his body to face up and hopefully away from the others, snapping his eyes shut as he fell and landed on his back.&nbsp; But it was enough to blow limbs off of the tree and send fragments of wood and pine boughs flying as a bald spot was blasted in the upper right of the tree, sending natural shrapnel flying.&nbsp; He blasted a two foot wide gap in the top of a painting of Professor Xavier that Colossus had done and that was framed and hung on the wall before the beam traveled up the wall and a more that a foot into the ceiling, sending wood, plaster, and more raining down as the structure was pierced by his optic blast.&nbsp; The beam continued out of the Great Room on the same trajectory, cutting the same swath in the room and hallways above where it hit.&nbsp; There was the creaking and groaning of wood from beams and wall studs that had been sheared through and now strained under the weight they had borne more easily before.&nbsp; The lights flickered before the redundant systems kicked in as his blast had severed some of the wires in the wall and ceiling.&nbsp; <br><br>All in less than a second.<br><br>Scott kept his eyes closed tightly, "Is anyone hurt?"&nbsp; God, was anyone dead?&nbsp; Had his worst fear finally come true, today of all days?&nbsp; Damn it!&nbsp; Damn him!&nbsp; How had he tripped?&nbsp; He always watched where he was going to avoid exactly this happening!&nbsp; How had he missed that string of lights?&nbsp; He let his focus lapse for just a minute and <em>this</em> was the result.&nbsp; <br><br>God, don't let anyone be hurt.&nbsp; Or worse.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, is everyone okay?&nbsp; What about upstairs?"<br><br>Idiot!&nbsp; Dangerous, stupid, useless idiot!&nbsp; Not now, later.&nbsp; Focus on the people you put in danger, Summers, you selfish bastard.&nbsp; Where were his glasses?&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; He'd taken his visor off when he sailed the tree in and put it back in his pocket.&nbsp; He reached down and pulled it out, slipping it on and making sure it was secure before he opened his eyes and half-sat up to see what how much harm he'd caused this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>06-12-2021, 02:40:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/smd9Pz6.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nightcrawler</span></strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kari Wagner<br><strong>Age:</strong>24<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Mansion basement/Great Room <br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Sweater/Jeans<br><strong>Tagging</strong> Rogue, Quicksilver, Cyclops, pretty much everyone else<br><br><hr><br>Kari smiled that grin at Cyclops again. The man was consistent, there was that. Though she wouldn't doubt if he did indeed have Christmas contingency plans drawn up in his head for every eventuality. Though she enjoyed her perching as it was, she bowed her nimble body to Rogue and smiled "Fair enough meine Schwester." <br><br>Another complicated holiday complication. Though they were, not technically, family, they had roughly the same mother...more or less. They had settled into a comfortable step siblings routine after a long period of awkwardness around each other upon discovering the relation. Though she felt much the same way about the rest of the X-Family...minus a certain cousin Deadpool she could name with his odd nature. Sighing at the flash of photography from the phone, she let her grip relax on the tree, swinging down like an ornament before flipping back and landing on top of the ornament box. <br><br>"Don't go too fast my Zugig friend....everyone should get a hand in decorating, if they wish that is.." her comment cut a bit short by Deadpool and Scott's exchange, then her life almost cut even shorter by the accident Scott suffered. Her body twisted off the ornaments in an arc, barely missing one of his optic blasts, only to land near in the path of another. Nightcrawlers in motion tended to stay in motion though, and she sprang off the ceiling back down, crouching down like a spider low to the ground. Her tail twitched wildly out of reflex as she breathed heavily. Not from exertion, she put herself through more dangerous routines on a daily basis. The unexpected shock and emotion of th emoment however..."Mein Gott....Scott are you alright?" she asked....even as she surveyed everyone else. "Does anyone need a 'port to the Medbay...?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>07-12-2021, 22:23:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQk1C_GP3xYnEYAqVYKOMEi_sikza9kOr2ePw&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Beast</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong>Hank McCoy<br><strong>Age:</strong>25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Heading to the Great Room<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Santa suit, complete with hat and boots. <br><br><hr><br>Hank was missing a great deal, but somethings were worth missing a few shenanigans. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect before he told Scott everything was ready. A soft baritone hum could be heard as Hank worked. A few bows here, and a nice ribbon and his job was complete. Sure to put a smile on the receivers face. Stepping back to admire his work, the mutant continued to hum, fixing his red suit and hat as he made his way towards the Great Room, stopping momentarily at this office for the gifts. <br><br>He'd packed them away in a large bag, which he easily lifted. Completely in the spirit he moved along just as the commotion was coming to an end. To say the scene was chaotic would be an understatement. A soft chuckle left his lips as he set the bag off to the side in the hallway. Hopefully avoiding Deadpools notice as he made his way to Scott. <br><br>Holding out his large blue hand he shook his head, "I suppose my reading of 'The Night Before Christmas' is out of the question this evening. It will not fit." he jested, giving the man a reassuring look. "What is Christmas if not the acceptable chaos of family and friends...and questionable mercenaries?" he asked, "Do not let it get to you." he said, "I seem to have missed most the fun. We can turn the tree around and no one will be any the wiser. There is also the matter of our special gift tonight, I have made sure it is ready for the recipient." <br><br>"I believe we are fine Kari, none seem to be injured though I could be mistaken." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-12-2021, 01:43:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Great Room | 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> All I Want For Christmas Is You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAkMkVFwAoo)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone in the Great Room<br><hr><br>Stuff just kept happening and Jean could feel her blood boiling. She trying so hard not to lose her cool. Everyone left was together, there was a tree and presents... even Deadpool was mostly behaving. Things should have been okay but it was like they were cursed, not a single Christmas could go by without something crazy or tragic going by. If Magneto came bursting through the door next with a Santa hat on and an army of psychotic mutants at his back like little holiday elven maniacs she wouldn't be surprised by it. Her eyes trailed to the doorway for a moment, just in case that actually happened. The door remained empty. Thank all the holy stars in the sky for that small favor.<br><br>Jean took a moment to respond to Kitty.&nbsp; "You know if he's up for it, he'll telepathically look in on us so enjoying our evening is probably a good plan. If you like maybe you can take him up another treat and fresh water later to check on him. I'm sure he'll be sleeping but no harm if i send you up just to check." Jean gave her a friendly wink.<br><br>For a moment there she thought they had all come together and were about to execute one of Scott's finely crafted action plans for decorating. Of course Deadpool was still being an arse by picking on Rogue, but that was to be expected. At least he wasn't shooting anyone. Jean had a snap back at the ready for Wade as he had also commented about them picturing hm naked. Her comment was interrupted though as in that breath Scott decided to remodel the house... Again. Jean had long since lost track of the number of times this had happened, however it had been a long time since they were stupid kids and doing this sort of thing. Jean ducked when everything went crazy. A reign of debris coming down on her, no harm though. Just a mess and a Great Room sky light in the making. She looked up it at the hole but it appeared like it was mostly superficial damage. At least that's what she thought but what did she know about home renovation? Nothing looked like it was about to cave in to her eyes.<br><br>Jean gave Kari a thumbs up to show she was okay and she looked around at the mess. This was getting frustrating. Who the hell had done this?! Obviously Scott, but she knew it wasn't his fault. Her eyes rounded on Pietro, tight creases forming at the edge. She was going drag him by those bunny ears and lock him in the danger room. She didn't even need telepathy to read that expression on his face as he was clearly guilty!!!<br><br>Beast arrived at the Great Room like a furry blue Santa with his sack of presents and calm demeanor. That, that right there is exactly what she needed. Jean slowly walked up to the large furry man. The expression on her face probably said it all. She was flabbergasted, emotionally exhausted, she needed to take a metaphorical deep breath. If he would allow her to, Jean would give him a hug.<br><br>Looking up to Beast, Jean said. "Merry Christmas, Hank. It's good to see you... I'm going to the kitchen would you like anything to drink?" Her affectation was flat and delivered casually like there wasn't a hole in the ceiling and drywall dust on her shoulder. If he had let her hug him she would release at this point, pat Hank on the shoulder then part ways with the Great Room so she could find her way to the kitchen.. and maybe a glass of wine. Yes, it was definitely time for some holiday wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>08-12-2021, 05:52:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Morph-Marvel-Comics-Exiles-a.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>MORPH</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sidney Sydney (or is it Sydney Sidney?)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Fluid<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> nside the Mansion<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Definitely totally not disguised as a present still. Noooope.<br><br><hr><br>Still disguised as a present, Morph stayed hidden behind the other boxes Quicksilver had brought in. Having a lunatic attack oneself with a poker was quite unsettling. Finally Morph calmed down enough to think. Revenge was a dish best served old but cookies were warm. So suddenly Morphed popped out of their box like a jack-in-the box.. a jack-in-the box that looked like Deadpool!<br><br>"You!" shouted Morph as they pointed at the Merc with the Mouth. They quickly grabbed Deadpool's plate of cookies and then vanished back into box. The present started shaking as "nom non nom" noses could be heard coming from within. Then then red box leaped into the air and turned into a pot-bellied version of Morph that ungracefully landed on their back.<br><br>"Ooooooh... I might have eaten too much. BUURRRRRP"<br><br>Suddenly Morph belched out the now empty plate, which landed on their pot belly. The shapeshifter smiled sheepishly at Jean.<br><br>"Uh, I'll wash that. I promise. OH MY GOSH LOOK IT'S MAGNETO!"<br><br>Hoping everyone was distracted, Morph tucked the plate under the nearest cushion as quickly as they could and then sat on top while whistling "Away in a Manger."<br><br>"Oh. Never mind. That was my own reflection. Me and Mags got the cape cape and collar look so I got confused, see?"<br><br>Morph tuned into a duplicate of the mutant master of magnetism while keeping their own face.<br><br>"See? It could happen to anyone!"<br><br>But Morph didn't have to find out if their ruse worked because Deadpool's totes inappropes question and Scott's explosive reaction got everyone attention. Morph yelped and shifted into a Morph-colored splat of the floor. Once they knew it was safe they resumed their true form to survey the damage. They spotted the poor damaged portrait of the professor.<br><br>"We got wounded!"<br><br>Transforming into a stereotypical naughty nurse, Morph walked over to the painting with a great deal of wiggling in their hips. Then they switched to looking like Groucho mark in <em>A Day at the Races </em>and put a stethoscope up against the portrait.<br><br>"Hmmm..I don't want to ask personal questions but do you know you have a two foot gap shot into you? Fret not, I know just how to fix that!'<br><br>Morph flowed onto the canvas and turned into a duplicate of how it looked before... except now the professor's picture had pure white skin and no nose.<br><br>"See, Scotty? All better!"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>10-12-2021, 00:41:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Great Room | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green sweater dress, black leggings, cream-colored knee-high socks, brown knee-high boots (https://i.imgur.com/ymFy6VC.jpg) and a pair of brown leather gloves that match her boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightcrawler, Deadpool, Cyclops, Quicksilver<br><br><hr><br>As Deadpool commented on Kari being a demon on top of the tree, Rogue rolled her eyes and simply tried to ignore him. This was going to be a long party. That eggnog was looking pretty good right about now. She needed to finish what she was doing, though. Then she could drink all she wanted!<br><br>Rogue lifted off the floor, floating to the top of the tree, and reached her hand in to grab a sturdy piece within the bristles so she wouldn't break any pieces off as she lifted it. Unfortunately, it didn't matter how careful she was, this tree was not going to make it in one piece. As Deadpool started his trivia question, Rogue's eyes darted over to him, glaring in silence while she focused on not snapping the top of the tree clean off. She didn't have to say anything, though, as Scott seemed to be handling it. Or, at least he tried to before he tripped and ended up cleaving the Great Room in two.<br><br>His optic blast cut through the tree and caused Rogue to jerk her hand back as she turned her head away from the flying debris with a wince. It had just barely touched her, but it was enough to burn through her glove and sear the back of three of her fingers. Not enough to bleed, but it was definitely tender and also exposed her skin when she preferred not to. When she looked back to see what had caused Scott to fall, she saw the lights that were wrapped around his ankles and immediately looked in Pietro's direction.<br><br>"Not a step," she nearly snarled as she flew over to the base that was meant to hold it. She dropped it down, letting it lean instead of setting it in properly before shoving her slightly exposed hand into her pocket and flying straight over to Quicksilver. She stayed floating above him, leering over him while everyone else dealt with what had just happened.<br><br>"Yer gonna clean this entire room and fix that tree nice'n pretty and apologize to Scott and if it's not lookin' <strong>merry </strong>in here by the time I get back, yer not gonna be movin' <em>at all</em>," she ordered under her breath before flying out of the room and down the hall. She was beginning to lose her patience with this one tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>10-12-2021, 00:55:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gAcUOMn.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Quicksilver</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Pietro Maximoff<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> male (he/him)<br><strong>Location:</strong> |&nbsp; Great Room | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Silver lightning bolt emblem on his Black bunny Onesie (https://i.imgur.com/hVfJf4n.jpg) w/ floppy eared hood laid back. Googles &amp; headphones around his neck<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> Sweet Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnZqB5Z75zI)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; Rogue | Morph | Scott | Beast<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Well that was something! Pietro's jaw hung open for a moment as Cyclops blew a hole through the house. <br><br>Rogue exposed him. The fastest man alive was not fast enough to escape Rogue's glare. She was so hot when she was mad! Rogue fixed on him, got right up good and close and told him in no uncertain terms that he was going to fix this mess.<br><br>"Yes, ma'am" Pietro said. His hand snapped up to a salute faster then his common sense could tell him not to. His hand very quickly dropped back down to his side.<br><br>Quicksilver sped over to Scott's side the moment after Morph fixed the painting. "See Scott, no harm done, all fixed buddy," Pietro said as a small chunk of wooden flooring from above fell to the floor causing him to wince a little. He raised his hand up to pat Scott on the shoulder then thought better of it and pulled his hand back. <br><br>Feeling like perhaps now was not the best moment to make buddy buddy with the man that had the angry red eyes. Pietro turned around to face Beast who had entered a moment ago.<br><br>Pietro said, "Beast, my friend. You know reading that story might not be a bad idea. Can Wade sit in your lap while you read it?" There was the briefest of pauses. "Maybe the two of you can talk about whatever comes up." He waggled his eye brows a little at his low brow humor. "C'mon, that was a bit funny, right?" Shrugging shoulders and looking around for a reaction out of anyone.<br><br>Sensing the room might not share his festive humor he decided to grab a couple of the presents he had bought. Moving faster than could be seen by normal eyes, Pietro whipped over to grab the present he got for Scott and one more too.<br><br>"Look buddy, I got you sweater for the holidays." He held up the sweater with a large image on the front of it to show Scott.<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/Qsnv8FB.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;"And I got one for Wolverine too." Quicksilver's grin was wide and earnest as he held them both up.<br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/ZZqTClk.jpg)<br><br>"Listen you don't have to wear it this minute, Scott but maybe later once I get this room tidied up, you'll be feeling the cheer."<br><br>Quicksilver wasn't going to wait around for an answer or a glare from the man with the angry red eyes. He was fast but not fast enough to outrun light. So he took off and cleaned up all the loose debris. He was so fast he even trimmed the tree to make it all tree shaped again... or at least a close approximation of tree shaped? When he was done only the hole in the wall remained. That, was going to require supplies that they did not have. He stopped finally and pointed at that.<br><br>Pietro said, "I'll get the stucko after the holiday?" It wasn't a question, more of a sarcastic comment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>10-12-2021, 01:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> All I Want For Christmas Is You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAkMkVFwAoo)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>In the kitchen alone, Jean began to fret. There was a hole in the Great Room, the tree was damaged, the Professor was ill... Her hand shook as she reached for the holiday wine then she changed direction, grabbed the apple cider and spiced rum then poured a tumbler full of Christmas spirit. The large gulp she took warmed her throat and filled all her senses with the spicy burn. The first gulp was quickly followed with a second and a third. With only a little left in the tumbler she began to refill it.<br><br>Clearly she had been hanging around with Wolverine to much lately as she found herself popping the top off of a beer to use it as a chaser. <br><br>Nothing says Christmas like a good spiced rum mixed with a little apple cider and washing it all down with a beer back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>10-12-2021, 05:14:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Kari's concern was misplaced.&nbsp; He was fine.&nbsp; He was always fine.&nbsp; It was everything and everyone else who got hurt when things like this happened.&nbsp; He looked over at the pretty, fuzzy elf and nodded.&nbsp; "I-I'm fine.&nbsp; Thank you."&nbsp; Was everyone okay?&nbsp; Before he could investigate further, Hand bounded into the room.&nbsp; Scott didn't answer him at first, though he took the hand up.<br><br>Do not let it get to you?&nbsp; Easy for him to day.&nbsp; He hadn't just blown the place to hell and nearly maimed or killed one of the people he most cared about.&nbsp; And he might have hit Deadpool too.<br><br>"Thanks, Hank," he said after a moment.&nbsp; He'd say more but it seemed that all of this was enough for Jean.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He could understand that.&nbsp; After what he'd just done, he'd want to leave too.&nbsp; Maybe once he made himself scarce, she'd be comfortable coming back and all of this would settle down.&nbsp; Scott bent over to start unwinding the string of lights from around his ankle.&nbsp; Damn it...how had he missed it?&nbsp; "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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Sometime Morph was annoying.&nbsp; But other times...they were worth their weight in gold.&nbsp; Considering how much they could adjust their mass and weight, that was saying something.&nbsp; The nurse certainly got his attention, as it was meant to, but then everything that followed, particularly he turning into the painting.&nbsp; Scott couldn't help himself, his shoulders shook and he made a choked laugh, and a smile fleetingly flashed across his face.&nbsp; "Assuming you want to hold that pose until Piotr can mend it," he answered the changeling but hen he nodded.&nbsp; "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.&nbsp; His eyes widened behind his visor at the exchange between the two of them.&nbsp; The southern belle's words made it all click.&nbsp; He hadn't missed the lights.&nbsp; They hadn't been there.&nbsp; Until Pietro put them there.&nbsp; Because it was funny.&nbsp; Him nearly cutting the damn house in half and killing their friends was funny.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew that the speedster hadn't thought it through.&nbsp; He did that often.&nbsp; But this was...this was beyond thoughtless.&nbsp; Scott grimaced and took in a deep breath, ready to lay into Pietro even as he blurred into motion to try and make amends.&nbsp; Then he thought of Jean's pained expression.&nbsp; Of Rogue's insistence that things be looking merry when she got back.&nbsp; He had not helped either of them tonight.&nbsp; Even if tripping hadn't been his fault, it was still his eyes that wrecked the room.&nbsp; And injured Rogue.&nbsp; He'd noticed the way she was hiding her hand...he'd clipped her.&nbsp; Hopefully not enough to do any real damage, given her resilience to injury, but...any hurt was too much.&nbsp; <br><br>He let Pietro zip around and clean things up and offer him the sweater.&nbsp; It was obnoxious...and of course it was Wolverine.&nbsp; Where had he gotten this?&nbsp; "We'll get it fixed after the holiday, Pietro.&nbsp; By someone who knows what they're doing.&nbsp; And...we're going to talk about this.&nbsp; But not tonight.&nbsp; Let's...let's just have a merry Christmas.&nbsp; Or try to."&nbsp; Ugh, he was so bad at this part of life.&nbsp; Who was he to try to get people to have a good time?&nbsp; "So let's get some music going and get in to the food and drinks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>11-12-2021, 14:34:56</strong>
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				<br>... The windows of Xavier's mansion began to rattle. The skies outside had turned black and large snowflakes splattered against the window panes. Winds outside were whipping up the falling snow and what had been beautiful snowfall was growing into a blizzard.<br><br>If a mutant possessed an extraordinarily gifted ability to hear they might be able to detect the distant sounds of sleigh bells. Or was that just some breaking icicles? <br><br>Inside the mansion, Quicksilver had cleaned up the Great Room and tossed up a few decorations for good measure. No one was going to blame him for not having the holiday spirit. Off in the kitchen Jean was three glasses deep into the spiced rum.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>11-12-2021, 21:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QtIRSvW.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Near a fireplace!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia<br><br><hr><br>Deadpool reacted to Scott blowing a hole in the mansion the way anyone would. He flipped to one of the blank cards in his trivia pack, pulled out a pen, and wrote in his exceptional handwriting <em>"who ruined Christmas by blowing a hole in the ceiling of the X-Mansion?"</em> Of course he spoke the same words outloud to himself as he wrote it. <br><br>But of course this just provided an opening for Deadpol to be robbed of his cookies by...Deadpool?<br><br><strong>"Oh no you don't!"</strong> He snapped. <strong>"Only creatures that reproduce asexually like Spiderman have clones! There's just one Deadpool! You tell me what universe you're from so I can .... oh. Morph. Phew. I was really worried where they were going with this for a second."</strong> Deadpool plopped back down in his chair, speaking vague of the 'they' that controlled this universe. The illuminati? The celestials? Those people Deadpool insisted controlled reality and were only motivated by triggering incels on Youtube for some reason? The rest of Morph's performance got a suitable applause. <br><br>Deadpool was actually quite impressed. <strong>"Hey look at that a mutant, using their powers for good!"</strong> He snarkily implied some of the others might not be living up to that promise, glancing innocently at the hole in the ceiling, and then Pietro's way just in time to see what came next. <br><br>Deadpool watched Rogue take her revenge and stage whispered to Morph, <strong>"Wow, glad I didn't say anything to piss <em>her</em> off!"</strong> <br><br>Deadpool perked up though as Quicksilver asked if he could seat in Beast's lap while Beast read Christmas stories! <strong>"Can I?"</strong> He asked, starry-eyed wonder in his voice. To Quicksilver's other comment he just turned and stared blankly and then stated, <strong>"I don't get it. Explain it to me. Sketch it if you have to."</strong><br><br>Bounding to his feet Deadpool walked to Scott and clapped a hand on his shoulder like the old friends they weren't. <strong>"Scott buddy, listen, Jean is obviously upset. She needs to talk to someone she loves right now."</strong> Deadpool paused and turned to the door eagerly. A second passed. <strong>"Darn, I was hoping Wolverine would walk in."</strong> He sighed, and turned back, <strong>"Guess I'll have to hold up that end of the triangle tonight."</strong> <br><br>Grabbing the Wolverine sweater from Quicksilver, Deadpool pulled it on over his costume and strode in his exaggerated march into the kitchen. <strong>"No need to thank me, us mutants gotta stick together after all!"</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>14-12-2021, 00:12:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> All I Want For Christmas Is You (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAkMkVFwAoo)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Deadpool | OPEN<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>There was a large island in the middle of the kitchen. One of those ones where half a dozen people could sit around it with stools. The work surface was high, there was a small vegetable washing sink at one end. Under the table on the side Jean was at, it had cupboards for storage and stuff. There was a set of recessed bar lights overhead that lit the island, all the other lights in the kitchen were out.<br><br>Having just dusted off her third full tumbler of apple cider-spiced rum cocktail, Jean was washing it all down with an ice cold beer. Damn that tasted much better then it should have, she thought as she put the bottle down with a clink. Looking up from the bottle she spotted Deadpool walking into the kitchen, decked out in a tacky Wolverine emblazoned Christmas sweater. <br><br>Jean said, "Where the hell did you get..." Her words halted, there was just to much to digest in this moment. Why did Wade do anything that he did? She thought about it, and began to speak again. "It doesn't matter. Maybe it does... but I'm not sure if I want to know. Would like some more cookies, Wade?" <br><br>Half ducking down and reaching under the counter she pulled out another plate of cookies, placing in the middle of the marble island counter top. <br><br>"I'm having a beer to go with my cookies... Merry Christmas to me." Jean said as her head spun a little. With a deft motion she scooped up a cookie for herself and shoved it into her pie hole so she could keep herself from saying anything stupid.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>14-12-2021, 05:36:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Great Room | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Quicksilver, Cyclops, Open<br><br><hr><br>Rogue wasn't gone that long. It was plenty of time for Pietro to fix up the mess he had caused in the Great Room. She tossed out her ruined gloves and dug through her drawer for another pair before just deciding to change her whole outfit. She liked to match her gloves to her outfit and simply could not find a pair to fit the outfit she was already wearing. Rogue was very particular about everything needing to look like an entire outfit instead of separate pieces. It was weird and unnecessary. She knew that. But it didn't stop her from stripping down and putting something else on. Something less cozy and more party-ready. When she put her gloves on, she was cautious with her hurt hand. It wasn't too bad, but it was tender and raw. Luckily, the glove would protect her from accidentally rubbing the tender spot against anything for the rest of the night. She was durable, but she was no Deadpool, that was for sure.<br><br>Despite having flown to her room, when she headed back to the party, she was walking. Heels clicked, echoing in the halls as a warning to Quicksilver that she was on her way back and he better have finished doing what she had told him to do. She was certainly going to check.<br><br>As she re-entered the room, green eyes looked around, eyeing the damage and the attempt there had been to fix it before she nodded and walked over to Scott to make sure of something more. "Did that child give'ya a proper apology?" she asked, wanting to check in on things before she went to go fix herself something stiff to drink. The urge to get tipsy needed to be pushed aside, at least until she figured out what she needed to do about the Quicksilver situation. If he had apologized, she'd leave it alone for now, but if he didn't... Well, then she had some pondering to do. Rogue couldn't just let him get away clean and easy. She'd given him plenty of time to do everything she'd told him to do. Far too much time, to be honest. He could've done it and wrecked the place and cleaned up again probably a few times, but she had given him time to sit and stew. Hopefully he'd learn something after all this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-12-2021, 03:56:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Sml5aCS.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> In the kitchen! <br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater!<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Ah you know what they say Jean."</strong> Deadpool said happily. <strong>"Wherever a mutant is in need a Christmas sweater will appear!"</strong> No, nobody had ever said that. Ever.<br><br><strong>"So, having a little drink eh? Or a big one or...huh."</strong> Deadpool's hand not so subtly slipped down to one of the many places a gun was hidden in his costume. <strong>"You're not feeling uh, get drunk and wipe out civilization-y are ya? I mean, that could have happened to anyone!"</strong> Deadpool snaked his head around the corner to look at the hole in the ceiling and popped it back in. <strong>"Anyone who shoots lasers from their eyes. So uh,"</strong> he began to count off on his fingers, <strong>"Cyyyycclloopps"</strong> he drew the word out as stalling for time, "<strong>Oh and the Human Torch can probably do it, which means the Super Skrull can do it!"</strong> Deadpool rattled it off. <strong>"Bet it's happening back on Skrullos right now! Ha!"</strong> Deadpool slapped his knee at the thought.<br><br><strong>"So you see, total classic Christmas sketch! No need to get all tipsy or...Dark Phoenix-y...."</strong> did something just click inside Wade's costume?<br><br>Wade's thoughts were not of shooting down an evil phoenix, but rather of dying in her arms as he pleaded with her to remember the good person she was, and her crying over his body as she realized that he really was a good person deep inside. And then all the X-Men toasting him for saving Christmas. And then ... well it got weird after that. Real weird. But that first bit sure was heartwarming! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>15-12-2021, 05:14:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; His signature visor.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mention of Deadpool | Mention of Jean | Mention of Quicksilver | Rogue | Open to Any<br><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong> Zat You Santa Claus? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEP2IrByImw&amp;t=78s)<br><br><hr><br>There were times where he really hated Deadpool.&nbsp; All he did was be cruel.&nbsp; He used his "insanity" and pain as an excuse to just be an asshole to everyone, unless it was a girl he wanted to fuck.&nbsp; As if everyone didn't have pain.&nbsp; There was no point trying to get rid of him because that would just cause more trouble than it was worth.&nbsp; He simply had to be tolerated until he went somewhere else to make the world a worse place and murder people.&nbsp; <br><br>He was the last person to cheer up Jean.&nbsp; But Scott wasn't going to go after her either.&nbsp; Despite whatever nonsense Deadpool had spouted about a triangle, he was just a friend to Jean.&nbsp; Well, that was generous.&nbsp; He was a nuisance.&nbsp; A headache.&nbsp; She was angry with him.&nbsp; He could tell, lack of telepathy not withstanding.&nbsp; While it might have been Pietro's prank, it was his fault there was a hole in the ceiling.&nbsp; He'd driven her out of the room in frustration after breaking the mansion.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; So he just watched the assassin go and then tried to fix what he'd ruined.&nbsp; Deadpool hadn't been wrong about that.<br><br>All he could do to try to make it up to her was make the Christmas what she wanted.&nbsp; So he got the tree situated centered in the metal holder, standing straight up and proud.&nbsp; He gathered the presents that were there, including those Hank brought and the ones he'd set aside earlier under the tree.&nbsp; More around the tree given how many there were.&nbsp; Except for the one that he kept in his pocket.&nbsp; He called up his Christmas playlist through the wireless speakers in the room and set it to randomized play.&nbsp; Then he started to decorate the tree.&nbsp; Hopefully some of the others would join in.&nbsp; Maybe not.&nbsp; The mood had taken a downturn.<br><br>When Rogue returned and approached him, Scott gave a nod.&nbsp; "That's a nice dress.&nbsp; You look good."&nbsp; Though she had before too, for that matter.&nbsp; "No, he hasn't.&nbsp; I'm not expecting one tonight."&nbsp; He shook his head, "Rogue, as a favor to me, just...let it go for tonight.&nbsp; Let's try to get back some of the good feeling we had before I-before things went south.&nbsp; I'll take it up with him tomorrow."<br><br>He paused and then rummaged in one of the plastic totes and pulled out the angel for the Christmas tree.&nbsp; It was a doll of Angel in that the first costume he'd worn after the old black and yellow uniform with light up wings.&nbsp; "Care to do the honors and put Angel on the tree?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-12-2021, 00:34:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gAcUOMn.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Quicksilver</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Pietro Maximoff<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> male (he/him)<br><strong>Location:</strong> |&nbsp; Here there and everywhere | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Silver lightning bolt emblem on his Black bunny Onesie (https://i.imgur.com/hVfJf4n.jpg) w/ floppy eared hood laid back. Googles &amp; headphones around his neck<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> Sweet Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnZqB5Z75zI)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shadowcat | Morph | Beast | Deadpool | Marvel Girl<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Alright, so things had gone a little sideways. Maybe he was just a little too excitable thought, Pietro. It wasn't his fault, the world was always moving in slow motion to him, that's a lot to deal with. And let's not forget these X-Men people were stick in the mud do gooders. Gooders? Is that even a word, he wondered why he kept thinking about it, Probably because he needed something to think about in the seconds between when people did stuff. Patience was not his strong points. So, he decided that he had enough waiting.<br><br>Dashing out of the room he got another round of hot beverages from the kitchen, stopped for a moment to check out what Jean was drinking then ran upstairs to get another special gift for someone. It took a moment to remember where he hid the other gifts he needed to take down. By the time he got back downstairs he saw Wade talking to Jean and he only paused long enough to get a mental image in his head of the two of them doing it and was repulsed by the notion. He made a face with his tongue partially hanging out like he was trying to spit the image out before shuddering and walking backwards slowly away from the horrible spectacle he had fashioned in his brain. <br><br>Slowly entering the Great Room again he turned to smile at those in the room. Rogue was back. He tried not to startle her and walked a good arms distance away. Thankfully she seemed engaged with Scott so Pietro thought that he might just survive the night yet. He was all smiles if anyone looked his way.<br><br>Casually he made his way over to Beast, offered him a fresh cup of hot cocoa. "Hope you like the present, big guy. It's sciencey."&nbsp; Then he handed him a carefully wrapped box. Carefully being a generous expression since it was more or less just newspaper wrapped around a box with some hand drawn Christmas trees on it.<br><br>Then he walked over to where Nightcrawler was, "Got a little something for you too, you adorable blue elf. Merry Christmas." He offered her a fresh hot cocoa and a present as well. Again wrapped similar to Beasts but this one had Santa's all over it. If one looked carefully they'd see the Santa's all had blue faces.<br><br>As he wrapped up with Nightcrawler, Quicksilver made his way to Morph. "Listen buddy, what do you get the person that can become everything? So, I got you an empty box." he grinned at Morph. "I'm joking. I got you something though. Joyeux Noel.. I think that's how those Canadians say it. Wolverine is a Canadian right?&nbsp; Anyways, here you go." Pietro offered up a present for Morph. Again, it was similar in wrapping but this one had been wrapped with colored construction paper. Sometimes, Pietro really could be such a child. He grinned and offered Morph a hot cocoa too.<br><br>After wrapping up - pun intended - with Morph he tried to catch Kitty before she left the room. He stopped in his tracks and looked around the room, hoping that people were busy and not watching. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson and he pulled out a small rectangular fuzzy crimson box with a little yellow ribbon around it in a bow. "I ah.. I got you something too." He grinned and shrugged as he offered Kitty the present. "Oh, and a hot cocoa too.. of course." He offered her the last one on the tray he had been carrying around. Half turning away, he turned back quickly. "Almost forgot. I got Lockheed something as well." He pulled out a larger box from under the tray he had been holding and offered it to Kitty as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-12-2021, 00:55:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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 | OPEN | mentioning Scott &amp; Quicksilver<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>As Wade talked, Jean couldn't help but stare at that sweater longer. He looked ridiculous with it pulled over his costume, but that was just how Deadpool rolled. Then it got weird again, in the way only he could make it get weird.<br><br>Wipe out civilization? <br><br>"What are you..." Jean halted as Wade continued.<br><br>Jean stood up right and put her hands on her hips as Wade started picking on Scott again. She had known that boy for a long time, and Scott would never intentionally hurt anyone. He was even easy on his enemies. The fact that he hadn't blasted Wade out of the mansion and into the next state was a testament to Scott's patience. Speaking of Scott she could feel him beating himself up in the next room. Maybe later she'd have to talk to him so he didn't spend all evening blaming himself.<br><br>"Super skrulls? What are you on about..." Again Jean halted mid sentence as Wade continued his dialogue. Once he got going it was like the hand of a god was was filling in the script for him or something.<br><br>"What are you talking about Dark Phoenix-y?" Jean truly had no idea what he was talking about. She didn't know that Wade knew things that she didn't know. Had he been to other dimensions? Or maybe that god like writer was filling his brain full of words. It just didn't matter. <br><br>Why was Wade thinking about her holding him and crying? After that it all started spiraling out of control His thoughts were so loud sometimes! If she had a metaphorical fourth wall in her head, he could always be counted on to break it. Maybe he had another ability to tell when people were reading his thoughts and he was just fucking with her? She blinked.<br><br>"I know you're a good guy, Wade," Jean said. "You can stop putting on the show or whatever you're doing. It's just us." She slid that drink across the table for him. A little apple cider and spiced rum. "Take a drink, try to breathe and please.. Stop picking on Scott. You know he's sensitive."<br><br>Quicksilver slid into the room at that point. The face he made wasn't necessary that boy was a ball of hormones and she wanted to tell him to get his mind out of there. It was loud and obscene, his reaction was even more insulting and definitely none of his business. Thankfully as he backed out of the room, his mind shifted to more mundane things and for a moment she actually thought there might be a softer sweeter side to the trouble maker. Jean shook her head at him as he left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>16-12-2021, 14:35:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Qb9KM3.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> In the kitchen! <br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater!<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Oh." </strong>Deadpool straightened up. Something clicked again. He seemed to relax. <strong>"Well nevermind forget I mentioned it."</strong> He laughed. <strong>"No really."</strong> He added, a bit more seriously. <strong>"Forget all about that."</strong> He was, as any handy psychic probe might tell, now worried he might have planted a seed that might develop into the end of all things. Deadpool worried about this about once a week on average. Usually not this specifically.<br><br>Wade sipped his spiced rum again as Jean spoke of Scott's sensitivity. <strong>"Well they make creams for that now I think. Or hey I hear being sensitive is big with kids these days, maybe he should start teaching again."</strong> Whatever else he had to say was interrupted by the arrival of a sometimes vaguely Eastern European blur of speed. Deadpool didn't pay the mutant a bit of notice as he zipped around.<br><br><strong>"You ever think about tricking him into thinking he's running off to, I dunno, get tacos or something and strapping him into one of those gerbil wheels instead?"</strong> He glanced about. <strong>"Or is that how you power this place?"</strong><br><br>He sipped the rum again. His thoughts had shifted. <strong>"You're right Jean! I should just let the magic of Christmas take over!"</strong><br><br>He was now imagining a giant stuffed walrus decked out like a Christmas tree hopping through the halls of the X-Mansion. It came to the kitchen where it hugged Deadpool and Jean in turn. Deadpool looked charmed as he imagined both things. It then turned and hopped off towards the living room where it found Beast, hopped into his lap, and happily clapped it's walrus flippers as Beast read him Christmas stories. Deadpool's costume eyes looked supremely relaxed indeed as he thought of this.<br><br><strong>"Hey so."</strong> He said casually, swirling the cider as though it was all just a casual thing and not at all related to his current thoughts, <strong>"When he was talking about sitting in Beast's lap listening to stories that's not..."</strong> he chuckled, acting casual. <strong>"I mean do you ever...."</strong> he made a show of nonchalance. <strong>"It's a pretty big lap...."</strong> He was now clearly, specifically imagining himself on one knee and Jean on the other both listening to Christmas stories with awe in their eyes as they sat by a roaring fire on the cozy blue Beast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>16-12-2021, 23:42:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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 &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/YWVymOl.jpg)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>There was Quicksilver than there was Deadpool's imagination, the fastest thing in the universe. His thoughts jumped from one thing to another in a blur. What was a girl to do. Jean did her best to not stare blankly and blink, instead she turned it into another drink of yummy rum and a quick chase of beer the bottle clinking on the counter top as she placed it down again. She leaned towards the table, one hand on the beer bottle. The length of her long red hair spilling over one shoulder with a head tilt listening to the machinations of Wade's words and thoughts. <br><br>"Yes," Jean said after he was done spilling all his thoughts. "Quicksilver already runs the wheel at night when he thinks he's sleeping and you're usually cleaning out the cage after he's done. I secretly have been controlling this place for years." She took another drink. "You think really loudly, Wade. No, I don't sit in Beasts lap and have him read me stories nor does anyone else. Although if you ask him nicely he might say yes, I wouldn't know... I mean just ask him something vaguely science related and he probably wouldn't notice if you did. He's very passionate about that stuff."<br><br>Jean tilted her head to the side. "Did you hear something outside?" She smiled and winked at Deadpool. "Santa's on his way. Have you been naughty or nice this year?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2021, 21:14:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/smd9Pz6.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nightcrawler</span></strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kari Wagner<br><strong>Age:</strong>24<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Great Room <br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Sweater/Jeans<br><br><hr><br><br><br>Kari watched as everyone recovered, and no one was worse for wear thankfully. The mansion could use a bit of spackle certainly, but that was a problem best left until tomorrow. She watched the right the tree as she gave it a friendly little pat "I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love.".&nbsp; Glancing over at Scott while he wrestled with the lights she shook her head "Scott, I have seen you do wonderous geometric things with your eyebeams, yet these lights trouble you, ja?" <br><br>Accepting both the coco and present from Quicksilver with a smile, she set the present down for the moment and wrapped her tail around the handle of the mug. She rummaged in the tote, grasping a few ornaments and grinning, she began to rebound from back and forth between the wall and the tree, nimbly latching on each ornament in a place while balancing the steaming mug in her tails grasp. A small wooden reindeer here, a smiling ceramic Santa Claus there. Each one at a different height. The technique was not dissimilar to her when she would go on the offensive with her swords. <br><br>She sighed happily and sipped her cocoa. Content in the Christmas Chaos. These were what Christmas memories were made from, they’re not planned, they’re not scheduled, nobody puts them in their phone, they just happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>19-12-2021, 15:58:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/QXehZke.png)</div>With the lovely music playing lightly in the background the group of X-Men went about their holiday event. Some decorated, others exchanged presents, and Jean grew increasingly intoxicated in the kitchen with Wade. It was a typical family Christmas for one and all. Outside even the snow participated in the festivities, whipping about wildly like it was dancing to the tune of the music. The windows rattled, beaten by the snow, the whispers of and howls of the dark storm outside seemed to keep time with the music. It was a magical X-Mas for one and all. <br><br>Bells... Those jingling bells blended into the sounds of conversations and music. Off in the wind those jingling little bells that reminded you of reindeer and sleighs could be heard for anyone paying attention even slightly.<br><br>As the music began to change it took on a somewhat upbeat tune and like it was all perfectly normal everything changed one set piece at a time...<br><br>At first it was the floor and walls, they grew vibrantly colored, sort of two dimensional. Before long it was the tables, chairs, and Christmas tree that was being decorated. Everything turned into a nineteen thirties cartoon set. Our friends going about their business would soon began to notice that they were not in in the X-mansion anymore. Of course they weren't, this was Santa's workshop. In the corner, Santa and his elf sat surrounded by a pile of opened letters, hurriedly going over their list as they checked it twice. Little Tommy wants a toy car, Becky wants a Dolly and what's more,&nbsp; Jill wants a chocolate bar.<br><br>Hurriedly all about the tiniest little people in green costumes scurried about. Out the window reindeer were being taken out of stalls and hitched to a sleigh piled high with bags of toys spilling out. In the adjacent rooms, toys were being built. The music was a little zany and everything had changed.<br><br>Our X-Men were now in Santa's Workshop... circa 1932 Walt Disney style<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inspiration - Santa's Workshop 1932</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jm_HUhHKWC0&amp;t=2s</div></div><br><br><hr><hr><br><em>Writer's may transition to this scene at their leisure as it may take time for a character to realize that the transition has taken place.</em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>19-12-2021, 19:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tlLcBS4.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> In the kitchen! =&gt; Cartoon Wonderland!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater!<br><br><hr><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=338147.msg16059089#msg16059089">Quote from: Sarita on 16-12-2021, 23:42:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes," Jean said after he was done spilling all his thoughts. "Quicksilver already runs the wheel at night when he thinks he's sleeping and you're usually cleaning out the cage after he's done. I secretly have been controlling this place for years." She took another drink. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Heh."</strong> Was all Deadpool said, with a raise of his mug and a shake of his head as if to say 'I know how <em>that</em> goes.' Just typically workaday situations for a modern mutant! <br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You think really loudly, Wade. No, I don't sit in Beasts lap and have him read me stories nor does anyone else."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>This got a much more pronounced reaction. Deadpool audibly went <strong>"Awwww."</strong> And slumped down his shoulders. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Although if you ask him nicely he might say yes, I wouldn't know... I mean just ask him something vaguely science related and he probably wouldn't notice if you did. He's very passionate about that stuff."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Deadpool perked up. He tapped his gloved finger against his bare, horrifically scarred, skin of his chin, <strong>"Yes, yes, I see!"</strong> He was taking this at complete face value, apparently, already plotting what sorts of questions he could ask Beast and then sneakily slide into his lap and give him a Christmas book while McCoy was distracted talking about protons or chromosomes or whatever it was. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jean tilted her head to the side. "Did you hear something outside?" She smiled and winked at Deadpool. "Santa's on his way. Have you been naughty or nice this year?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Hmm no but you're the one with the mutant hearing!"</strong> Deadpool said. Was he referencing another universe again? Or did Jean have a power she hadn't discovered yet? Had he seen the future?<br><br>No, he was just wrong. <br><br><strong>"You don't know that!"</strong> Deadpool huffed, glaring up at the ceiling lamp.<br><br>Yes, I do.<br><br>In any case he soon was thinking about the answer to her question. <strong>"Naughty or nice, naughty or nice..."</strong> Several visions of Deadpool's memories from the past year became fairly clear to any nearby telepath.<br><br>A politician stood at a stage, talking to a loudly cheering crowd. Suddenly his head exploded into a burst of pastel colors in a rather similar matter to a brain bursting out the back of a head. The memory panned up to Deadpool shouldering a sniper rifle and making his getaway.<br><br>An orphanage filled with robot children, cheaper to maintain than actual children when you're scamming government assistance, suddenly burst into million different types of flowers that had the exact pattern of a mushroom cloud. Deadpool chucked the detonator over his shoulder and marched away whistling W.A.P. Somewhere MODOK was furious his funding had just been cut off. It was unclear if Deadpool had known the children were robots beforehand. <br><br><em>I'll take that!</em> Deadpool yelled, snatching the Infinity Gauntlet from Thanos, marching off with it held high. Over his shoulder the memory adjusted to reveal it had actually been a small child, whose lollipop Deadpool had stolen because it looked delicious. <em>Mmmm watermelon flavored.</em> Deadpool said happily, licking the Infinity Gauntlet. No, even his fake memories weren't that consistent. <br><br>A North Korean laboratory for making fake Avengers was suddenly lit up by dozens of very quickly and suspiciously bullet shaped bees flying in to hug all the scientists who then proceeded to flop down and snooze in poses rather similar to if they had just been riddled with bullets. <em>Merry Christmas ya filthy animals!</em> Deadpool shouted. Hey wait that was this morning? <br><br><strong>"Mostly nice I think."</strong> Deadpool said, apparently having remembered these things in a different way than most folks would.<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Hmmm? Now that's somewhat peculiar."</strong> Deadpool said as he suddenly had become animated. <strong>"Normally this doesn't happen unless...."</strong> he glanced down at his drink. Then up at cartoon Jean. <strong>"Atta girl."</strong> He said with a wink.<br><br>Assuming that he was overdosing on PCP, Deadpool merrily skipped into the living room and found Santa. <strong>"Santa!"</strong> He exclaimed with delight, hopping into the man's lap. <strong>"Welcome to my humble home!"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>21-12-2021, 01:06:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Great Room » Kitchen | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Deadpool, Marvel Girl, Open<br><br><hr><br>Rogue smiled at Scott's compliment about her dress. She could always trust Scott to notice a change in appearance. "Thought I'd put on somethin' with a little more of a party feel. Maybe do some dancin' tonight after I hit the eggnog." <em>Among other drinks.</em> She was hoping to turn this evening around and get a little more relaxed now that they got the big catastrophe out of the way. Well, one big catastrophe, at least. Deadpool was still here after all. Where even was he, anyway?<br><br>As she looked around the room, surveying the damage, she couldn't help but eye Quicksilver as he got all sweet with Kitty. All that time and Pietro still hadn't apologized. Rogue was about ready to grab that boy by his ear and drag him on over, but Scott's request kept her resisting the urge. "Whateva ya say, suga," she replied as she turned her attention back to Scott with a smile. Sure, she wanted to give Pietro a piece of her mind, but that could wait until after all the festivities. For now, she'd make sure not to bring it up in hopes of this whole thing being forgotten for the evening. It didn't take a telepath to recognize when Scott was beating himself up about something.<br><br>She watched him rummage through the plastic tote and pull out the Angel tree topper they had. She happily took it from his hands and held it in her right hand while she cinched the bottom of her dress tight to her thighs with her left. If she was going to fly up to put it on the tree, she was gonna make sure she didn't flash everyone her undergarments in the process. Rogue kept her thighs closed and her dress taut as she flew up to the top and carefully set Angel on top of the tree. It took only a moment of adjusting before she was satisfied enough to float back down and release the hold on her dress. She stepped back, looking up at the tree before stepping forward again and turning it ever so slightly to hide any damaged needles from view and stepped back again. "Perfect."<br><br>Now, it was time for some drinks. "I'm gonna get me some eggnog. And maybe sneak somethin' a little extra. You should try'ta loosen up a bit, sug," she said as she lightly grabbed Scott's arm with her gloved hand for a brief moment before walking away and making her way to the kitchen, completely unaware of who was already in there.<br><br>As she walked down the hall, things began to change around her. Her brow furrowed and her stride slowed as she almost cautiously walked down the hall. She checked over her shoulder at the changes behind her, then looked forward again, peering into different rooms that she passed by before she made it to the kitchen to find Jean and Wade. Rogue completely ignored Deadpool as she turned her attention to Jean. "I know all this North Pole stuff is... Somethin'... But there better still be some drinks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>21-12-2021, 02:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xORa7Yt.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ororo Munoe<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Early Evening / Great Room---&gt; Santa's workshop??<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> This (https://i2.wp.com/www.theunstitchd.com/women/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Red-Plaid-Sweater-Outfit-Ideas-for-Christmas.jpg?fit=681%2C1349&amp;ssl=1)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one in particular<br><strong>]Musical Inspiration:</strong> Christmas Don't Be Late- The Chipmunks (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEbrVuCjByw&amp;t=90s)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">♩♪♫ "Want a plane that loops the loop<br>Me, I want a hula hoop<br>We can hardly stand the wait<br>Please Christmas, don't be late!"♩♪♫</span></div><br><em>For some odd reason, Ororo had that damned song by Alvin and the Chipmunks stuck in her head...especially the hula hoop line. It was stuck on repeat and just would not leave. She tried to get rid of it as she moved around the room, fixing the bits and pieces that Piotr was too fast to see but she heard it over and over again.</em><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">♫ "I still want a hula hoop!" ♫</span></div><br><em>As people spoke, left, returned, retreated, pouted, lectured, drank, and...all of the other things they seemed to be doing with single-minded intensity, Ororo continued her self-appointed task. Eventually, she stopped by the tree and stared up at the pretty bit of pine covered in tinsel and glittering lights. It was beautiful, no doubt about it but it did not engender that happy feeling of Holiday Cheer quite like--</em><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">♬♩ "Me, I want a hula hoop!" ♬♩</span></div><br><em>A smirk touched full lips as she turned away and strode back toward the fireplace which was...slowly...becoming something else? What in the heck? Her eyes widened with irrepressible glee as things shifted, swirled together, flew apart and became...oh gods, was she in a cartoon? Were THEY in a cartoon? Nooooo...it was Santa's workshop!!</em><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"We can hardly stand the wait<br>Please Christmas, don't be late<br>We can hardly stand the wait<br>Please Christmas, don't be late!!"</span></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Okay,"</span> she opined with a small grin, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Who spiked the punch??"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>23-12-2021, 05:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Normally such things weren't put around his ankles by speedsters.&nbsp; But if it pleased her to needle him more about it, he wasn't about to stop her.&nbsp; Christmas was a complicated time for the pious swashbuckling beauty.&nbsp; He just shrugged, "I'm not as light on my feet as you I guess."&nbsp; Kind of a pun on the situation?&nbsp; Not a very good one, perhaps.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He watched her at first but then looked the other way, just in case something slipped.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "...I think I loosened up a bit too much already."&nbsp; She was off to the kitchen looking for libations and he did not go with her.&nbsp; He did need to give her the present, but...he should just put in under the tree or something.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Kari had done a few but everyone should get the chance.&nbsp; Most of his presents, save the one, were already under the tree and the others could find and open them at their leisure.&nbsp; Winter gloves for Jean.&nbsp; A new fencing mask for Kari.&nbsp; A book on zen philosophy for Pietro, which would probably never get read.&nbsp; A set of stained glass watering bulbs for Ororo's garden.&nbsp; A repurposed Figment the dragon as a Lockheed stuffed animal for Kitty.&nbsp; A Simon Williams movie collection for Hank.&nbsp; A chess set for Morph.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Which he wouldn't.<br><br>He heard the bells first.&nbsp; That was...the sound that was traditionally used for sleigh bells in Christmas media.&nbsp; No idea if it was accurate or not.&nbsp; He paused hanging an ornament on the tree himself.&nbsp; Then the whole place changed.&nbsp; Not just in color, hue, and texture but in design.&nbsp; They were no longer in the Great Room of the mansion but...a cartoon Santa's workshop?&nbsp; Complete with elves making toys and the jolly old elf himself reading letters and checking his list.&nbsp; "What's this?"<br><br>Different Christmas cartoon.<br><br>He looked around, hearing Storm just quipping.&nbsp; That was a restrained response.&nbsp; Who could be doing this?&nbsp; And why?&nbsp; Arcade...but there was nothing to indicate that they'd been moved or taken at all.&nbsp; "Mastermind."&nbsp; That had to be it.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; But why this?&nbsp; It didn't made any sense.&nbsp; Scott sighed.&nbsp; "Too much to hope for a quiet, for us, Christmas."&nbsp; <br><br>He walked up to Santa, "Wyngarde, what's your game this time?"&nbsp; Mastermind's arrogance meant that he wouldn't be anyone here but the man in charge.&nbsp; And he wouldn't hide himself either, he was simply unable to be that self-effacing.&nbsp; "This isn't like you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>24-12-2021, 01:36:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FrJ71jZ.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>SANTA CLAUS</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kris Kringle (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nOTyyuHAQQ)<br><strong>Age:</strong> Immortal<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> not important but preferred pronouns at the moment are "them/they"<br><strong>Location | Time:</strong> That's a good question<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> really? Do you have to ask?<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> Santa Clause Is Coming To Town (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8CBoVc_OMI)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Great Room / Santa's Workshop? You're guess is as good as mine?<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Santa was very content reading over the list with their right hand elf. They had just gone over the last few hundred million children's names a second time; Each and every one of them was deserving of a gift this year. It was going to be a great Christmas... But what was Santa to do, the adults of the world were a very naughty bunch and Santa was getting fed up with it all. Pondering most perplexedly over this quandary something rather peculiar happened. <br><br>You see, there's something important you should know about Santa and it goes a little something like this...<br><br><strong><em>He's making a list<br>He's checking it twice<br>He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice<br>Santa Claus is coming to town<br><br>He sees you when you're sleeping<br>And he knows when you're awake<br>He knows if you've been bad or good<br>So be good for goodness sake</em></strong> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8CBoVc_OMI)<br><br>Mother fucking Santa has some omega level badass powers... And Some asshole just moved Santa's whole damn workshop into another place with a whole group of powered mutants!<br><br>Now it was not incumbent on Santa to make rash decisions like turning naughty mutants into toys but Santa would do what needed to be done. <br><br>At seven feet tall, this jolly old St Nick had a habit of appearing like a munchkin one moment than a towering giant in the next. It just happened to be part of the reality warping powers they possessed. Which explained why Santa's Workshop always appeared at first like a musical production full of tiny villagers making toys. So Scott Summers could be forgiven for approaching Santa like he was the villain of this story.<br><br>A thing named Deadpool had also burst in and jumped into Santa's lap... <br><br>Santa rose to a full seven foot height towering over the red eyed mutant and letting Deadpool slide off like an unwanted throw blanket. Surveying the scene, Santa gave Ororo a little wink before turning back to Cyclops.<br><br>When Santa spoke it was like you could hear that deep rumbling voice going "Ho Ho Ho" at the same time as they said, "Well if it isn't little Scotty Summers... You were a good boy this year but no presents for you. I only give those to the children!"<br><br>Looking down at the little Deadpool, they gave Deadpool a once over before running hand over beard. There was something to be said here but Santa was pretty sure that Deadpool's memory of their last encounter had been wiped...<br><br><hr><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">... <em>For those not in the know...</em></span> <div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/misqhCO.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Some naughty children had pooled their money to pay Deadpool to off the jolly Santa.<br>Deadpool being the annoying assassin for hire that he is tried his hardest as only <br>Wade could do. It was persistent and annoying but of course a complete failure.<br>Santa is immortal.</em></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2TgQwLW.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>And Santa is also a badass so Deadpool got his ass handed to him<br>Then Santa wiped his brain... Memory! Of course, that merc with the mouth may<br>or may not remember. Santa might have deleted the cancer from his brain by accident.<br>It's a small target, so even Santa might have missed</em></span><br><br class="clear_left"><br>But this is all irrelevant, let's get back to our story.<br><hr><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>26-12-2021, 00:38:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mbRVhaJ.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Cartoon Wonderland!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater!<br><br><hr><br>Deadpool had just had time to register what Cyclops had said when he found himself dumped off of Santa's lap! <br><br><strong>"Wyngarde?!?"</strong> He said, throwing his hands to his face in an 'oh no' gesture, he then side-whispered to Scott, <strong>"Is it Jason, Martinique, or Regan? It will effect my quipping!"</strong><br><br>But even as he asked a much more serious issue was coming to his attention! <br><br><strong>"What? No presents to Cyclops!?!"</strong> Deadpool sprang to his feet, incensed. <br><br>He pointed one finger at Scott and the other hand angrily held to his hip as he shouted. <strong>"Do you know all the opportunities this man gives up just be to be "nice!"?</strong> He demanded of Santa. <strong>"Do you know how many hot adversaries he HASN'T cheated on Jean with?!? Do you know how many orphans he's rescued thanklessly? Do you you know how much abuse he takes so other mutants don't have to? And you're telling me HE isn't nice enough for presents!"</strong><br><br>Deadpool shook his head sighing. <strong>"I'm disappointed in you Santa, real disappointed."</strong><br><br>A pair of semi-autos had appeared in Deadpool's hands, both aimed at the jolly old elf. <br><br><strong>"Better check that list again, Kringle."</strong> Deadpool menaced, then paused. <br><br><strong>"Anyone else feeling <em>deja vu</em>?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>26-12-2021, 17:14:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; His signature visor.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All | Santa | Deadpool | Mention of Jean<br><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong> Making Christmas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th_j7RUu2vM)<br><br><hr><br>"Um, Jason, I thought," he found himself answering Deadpool's question as Santa rose up into greater size, their frame and mass swelling as they did so.&nbsp; "I'm...not sure now."&nbsp; &nbsp;This didn't seem right.&nbsp; Despite the thoroughness of his powers, Mastermind was not one to do something like this.&nbsp; He couldn't help but show himself, well, an illusionary version of himself and gloat and preen.&nbsp; It was a psychological disorder that put a helpful limit on what was a staggeringly powerful mutant ability otherwise.&nbsp; He would never pretend to be Santa.<br><br>And he certainly wouldn't compliment Scott!&nbsp; The mutant adventurer was taken aback by the praise and his body relaxed just a bit, his surprise evident on his face.&nbsp; "Thank you, sir, but-"&nbsp; Then Deadpool...jumped up and defended him?&nbsp; Scott looked more surprised than if Deadpool had slapped him with a fish, since that would be pretty standard, really.&nbsp; Though he was still talking about him and Jean as if they were an item, which...that would be great, but it wasn't something they'd ever really considered in all their time at Xavier's together.<br><br>Then the guns came out.&nbsp; Well, it was later in the evening than he had feared.&nbsp; He raised his hands and then lowered them in a gesture indicating that Wade should do the same.&nbsp; "Let's back up and take a breath here.&nbsp; Thank you, Wade, I mean it.&nbsp; I'm very surprised, touched, and mildly embarrassed"&nbsp; No point pretending otherwise.&nbsp; "But I already have presents in everyone here, including you," he managed to say and not grit his teeth, "Just being here and happy this year.&nbsp; &nbsp;Adults get each other presents, Santa does just handle kids."&nbsp; He must have missed the orphanage all those years, somehow.&nbsp; Probably one more thing he could thank Sinister for.&nbsp; "Besides, hollow point wounds aren't, um, very Christmas-y, right?"&nbsp; He was not good at this kind of thing.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Wait, was he seriously following the line of thought that this was Santa Claus and he did do...all the Santa stuff?&nbsp; Maybe there was a mental effect to this too, not just illusions.&nbsp; Which would mean it wasn't Mastermind.&nbsp; Was this some sort of telepathically induced hallucination then?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>27-12-2021, 14:11:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xORa7Yt.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ororo Munoe<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Early Evening / Great Room---&gt; Santa's workshop??<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> This (https://i2.wp.com/www.theunstitchd.com/women/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Red-Plaid-Sweater-Outfit-Ideas-for-Christmas.jpg?fit=681%2C1349&amp;ssl=1)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Santa | Scott | Deadpool<br><strong>]Musical Inspiration:</strong> Christmas Don't Be Late- The Chipmunks (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEbrVuCjByw&amp;t=90s)<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">♬♩ "Me, I want a hula hoop!" ♬♩</span></div><br><em>A smile lingered over full lips as a slim hand rose to push white curls away from a high forehead. This whole thing was beyond surreal and there was a small portion of her brain that was quite sure she was actually asleep and dreaming this whole thing...except for Deadpool. No one could adequately dream up that fool.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Ya know,"</span> Ororo's husky contralto broke the momentary silence as blue eyes latched onto the red-clothed menace.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Guns are not ALWAYS the answer. Stop being a brat..."</span> Her lips stayed curved in a small smirk as Scott interrupted the impasse and did that wholly Scott-like thing where he attempted to defuse situational pressures by blushing and making a modicum of sense.<br><br>He was an adorable idiot. One hoped he grew into himself just a bit or he'd never get laid!!<br><br>With a sigh, she meandered closer to the trio and glanced up at the ridiculously large form of old Saint Nick. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Could ya maybe tone down all of the growing and shrinking? Possibly stop twinkling at me? You remind me of Dumbledore!!"</span> Then, one hand darted out to tap Deadpool on his covered cheek. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Hey, d'ya think we can find the naughty list?? I bet you are on it!! Child or no..."</span> Finally, she glanced at Scott and grinned. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Are we having fun yet? Stop looking so pensive and enjoy this for what it is--a lovely hallucination brought on by a roof that caved in all of our heads...and we are now dying..."</span><br><br>A slow blink...<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Wow...that was dark..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>29-12-2021, 00:02:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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 &nbsp;(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.&nbsp; <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,&nbsp; "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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>29-12-2021, 00:45:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gAcUOMn.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Quicksilver</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Pietro Maximoff<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> male (he/him)<br><strong>Location:</strong> |&nbsp; Here there and everywhere | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Silver lightning bolt emblem on his Black bunny Onesie (https://i.imgur.com/hVfJf4n.jpg) w/ floppy eared hood laid back. Googles &amp; headphones around his neck<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> Sweet Dreams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnZqB5Z75zI)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mention a few people inside then a stranger outside?<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Well, Kitty was the woman of his dreams and Quicksilver had some high hopes of smooching under the mistletoe this Christmas.&nbsp; But those hopes were all dashed with the arrival of a toy based north pole hideaway cartoon. From a real estate perspective he couldn't see the market in a North Pole based estate but a more important question would be - why were they suddenly in it? <br><br>The man with the fast feet zipped over behind Cyclops until he realized that red glasses man was coming at Santa bro then he zipped out of the way of Deadpool who had run past to plant himself in Santa's lap. That's around the time that the jolly man in the red and white suit grew into the bearded hulk. Ol'Quicksilver wasn't sure where he should be running too so he zipped outside to find himself stand in front of a sleigh creaking under the weight of presents hitched up to eight reindeer. He stopped dead in his tracks.<br><br>On the other side of the sleigh was a man, normal, bearded but clearly not Santa.<br><br><hr><br><strong>TAGGING</strong>:&nbsp; All X-Men<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5vw3GEe.jpg)</div><br>"Who the hell are you?" Quicksilver said. This was a crucial question because everything else around here had turned into a cartoon, not this man though. <br><br>The man looked at him and thought for a moment. "I'm Franklin Richards and you are not the mutant I am looking for."<br><br>Quicksilver turned to run back into the workshop and ran into a metal wall that had not been there a mere moment before. The sudden obstacle was there faster than even Quicksilver could react to it. He slammed his head against the wall at full speed and fell unconscious on the ground. The metal wall rang like a bell and was gone as fast as it had appeared.<br><br>The sky above turned from a dusky night sky full of snow and began to glow from behind the clouds with the bright orange morning sun. The man calling himself Franklin looked up and squinted as the the sky grew increasingly brighter. Then he turned to the still open door of Santa's workshop and walked in to find Santa and the X-men.<br><br>In a demanding voice Franklin said, "Bring me Jean Grey now." As if on command, every little green dressed elf in the workshop began to scurry about, tipping over tables, looking behind things and spreading out in search. Hundreds of little green elven drones prepared to fight anything that got in their way all acted as one.<br><br>Even the formerly friendly big Santa turned to the X-man. His voice low and menacing growled. "Bring me Jean."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>01-01-2022, 04:46:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; His signature visor.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty | Kari | Santa | Deadpool | Mention of Jean | All<br><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong> Oy To The World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFLExwIQKto)<br><br><hr><br>He wasn't sure which made him grit his teeth more; the sudden swarming of the elves and "Santa's" demand or Ororo saying that he had killed them all and this was their dying group hallucination.&nbsp; He knew which one hurt, like being stabbed in the guts, and he knew which one made him want to hurt someone.&nbsp; Come to think of it, they both did that.&nbsp; <br><br>He closed his eyes behind his visor.&nbsp; This wasn't really Santa's workshop.&nbsp; They were still in the Great Room of the mansion.&nbsp; Scott focused his mind, remembering that very familiar room as he took a few steps to the right around the massive old elf.&nbsp; Right across from where one of the large windows was if his spatial sense and memory were accurate.&nbsp; "Jean was going to get some fresh air to clear her head.&nbsp; But I can get you to her."<br><br>He then dropped to one knee, looking up at Santa, which should prevent him from using leverage or fulling planting himself.&nbsp; When forces clashed, just like linemen in football, the one underneath usually had the better leverage.&nbsp; "Let me show you the door," he said as his visor opened and he blasted Santa with enough power to stagger Colossus, which would hopefully be enough to knock Santa off his feet, through the air, and through the window to the outside.&nbsp; "Kitty, Kari, find Jean and get her to safety!&nbsp; Everyone else, focus fire on Santa!"<br><br>...There were times where his life was just ridiculous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>01-01-2022, 14:53:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Kitchen » Medical Lab » Great Room | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marvel Girl, Beast, Cyclops, Franklin Richards, Open<br><br><hr><br>Rogue was getting into the refrigerator and the cabinets, fixing herself a drink for the long evening that was ahead of her. It had started out rather poorly rather quickly and she just needed something to keep her spirits up and keep her from wanting to strangle that little speedster for causing the burn on her hand and ruining her glove. So, she got herself a glass of ice and pulled a mason jar out of the fridge, scooping a few moonshine cherries from it with a spoon and dropping them into her glass. Before she could even put the cap back on the jar, Jean tried to warn her about something. The warning, though, left her mind as Jean cried out and fell to her knees.<br><br>"Jean?" she asked as she quickly flew over and dropped down beside her to make sure she was alright. Carefully, she scooped Jean up into her arms, holding her like a groom holding his bride to pass the threshold of their home. "Scott's a smart cookie. He can figure out whatever it is he needs ta figure out. You gotta lie down," she said to a possibly unconscious Jean as she flew her out of the kitchen and in the opposite direction of the Great Room, heading to the Medical Lab.<br><br>The kitchen was left in a way that made it obvious that someone had just left, and possibly in a hurry. Her glass sat on the counter with a few cherries and a spoon in it and the mason jar sat open beside it, the cap laying on the counter as well. Even the ice in her glass had not even began melting yet. If Scott had come looking for either of them in the kitchen, he would know immediately, given his eye for surveying the scene.<br><br>Rogue did not take her time getting Jean to the Medical Lab. She sped through the halls, holding the woman close during every sharp turn until she stopped outside the room so she could open the door and get Jean inside. She walked her over to what used to be a hospital bed and carefully laid her down. "Imma go get Hank to come check ya out, okay sug? You just rest right here. Hopefully you just drank too much or somethin'."<br><br>With that, she flew back out of the Medical Lab and down the halls at full speed, making her way to the Great Room to get Hank. She ignored all the crazy Christmas nonsense, including Santa, her eyes scanning the room to find Hank. "Hank!" she called out. Who knew finding a big blue furball would be so difficult? There was just so much going on. What the hell had happened while she was gone? It had only been a few minutes. Right? Cyclops was using his optic blast on a giant santa, little elves scurried around making a mess while searching for something, and there was some random, not Christmas-looking guy in the room as well. What in the hell? Jean might have to wait a moment. Things were a little crazy right now.<br><br>Rogue flew around the ceiling, looking down on the chaos before she swooped down and scooped up Franklin, not knowing who he was or why he was here, but she was going to find out. She hooked her hands under his arms and attempted to fly him outside and away from all that noise. "Didn't know Santa would deliver me a man this Christmas. Were you lookin' for me, suga?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-01-2022, 23:17:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/j7rkIbi.jpg?1)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Cartoon Wonderland!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater!<br><br><hr><br>Even Deadpool was taken aback by Storm's suddenly dark and depressing tones. <strong>"Damn." </strong>He muttered, shaking his head as she stared in shock at the normally rather inspiring X-Man. For once, even he didn't have a quip.<br><br>But then things kept happening, things that meant Deadpool's guns kept pointing here. And then there. And then there. <strong>"Now what in tarnation?!"</strong> He began, flustered as he wasn't sure who was tricking who here. <br><br>But then Scott took lead, as Cyclops could be trusted to do. Open fire on Santa? CAN DO!<br><br><strong>"I've been waiting all my life to hear you say that!"</strong> Deadpool said happily, squeezing his triggers as very deadly bullets began filling the air in Santa's direction. <br><br><strong>"This is the fight of our lives! For freedom! For mutants! To me, my X-Men!"</strong> Deadpool yelled happily. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>06-01-2022, 23:51:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FrJ71jZ.jpg)</div>Santa was enraged at the insolence of the naughty little X-men but before he had a moment to think Cyclops hit him hard with a massively powerful energy blast. The bright red beam was as much blinding as it was powerful. Santa was picked up and thrown back by the unexpected blast. His large form smashed into the wall with a thunderous smashing sound. At that point Santa planted his feet and resisted Cyclops energy beam. <br><br>Santa bellowed, "<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>HO HO HO</strong></span>"<br><br>Bullets whizzed about like annoying gnats, peppering Santa with their stinging bites as Deadpool opened up on the jolly old Saint Nick! Growing more enraged Santa grew another six inches in height and his muscles bulged and strained, all his clothes ripping away. Leaving Santa in his candy cane undies that now fit like speedos. <br><br>The little elves in the shop started to swarm on his attackers like angry chihuahuas. No literally they looked like little green chihuahuas in tiny elf costumes. The scene was descending into total chaos. Any X-men daring to enter the fray would soon find themselves swarmed by the angry animals.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5vw3GEe.jpg)</div>Franklin had only just entered the chaos, stepping past the unconscious Quicksilver, when the woman known as Rogue flew in and snatched him up under his arms.<br><br>Rogue said,&nbsp; <em>"Didn't know Santa would deliver me a man this Christmas. Were you lookin' for me, suga?"</em><br><br>"While I am flattered please do not make the mistake of touching me," Franklin said. "In another universe, you know me as the son of the Fantastic Four's Reed Richards. My name is Franklin and I'm here for the one called Marvel Girl. Where is Jean?"<br><br>As Rogue took him back outside the skies overhead begun to burn away, What at first looked like the sun could be plainly seen through the clouds. The snow had stopped and the previously darkened skies were now thin enough for the sun to be seen behind the cloudy haze. If one looked up in the direction of the sun they would instead see a blaze in the shape of a bird, and not the sun. <br><br>"Look up," Franklin said as he gestured upwards. "The Phoenix is here! In other universes, Jean and the Phoenix Force merged. But here, it has been free to roam the universe and destroy at will. Now it has come for your galaxy." His voice was like ice, hollow with terror.<br><br>He was correct... in this world, in this universe, there had been no Phoenix Force to possess Jean Grey. And now off in outer space the malevolent force of nature shone brightly. Where the sun should be there was only the Phoenix. It blazed brightly with a wing span of 1.4 million km (864,000 miles). The immense power warming the solar system.<br><br>A solar system with no sun, in it's place blazed the Phoenix.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>07-01-2022, 21:44:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Outside » Medical Lab | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Franklin Richards, Marvel Girl, Open<br><br><hr><br>"Another universe, huh? Well, I guess that's no stranger than ol' Saint Nick an' his little green elves runnin' around, huh?" she asked as she flew him back down and dropped him onto his feet in the snow, away from the chaos of the Great Room. She lowered to hover just above the snow, as to not get her feet cold and wet from the snow. His words caused her to tilt her head back and look up at the sky above to take a look at the sun. Her head tilted to the side for a moment as she noticed the bird shape of the <em>sun</em>. "Huh. I never noticed that."<br><br>She thought to distrust him, but the sound of absolute terror in his voice was enough to trust him at least enough to bring him to Jean. She wasn't feeling well, after all, and this Franklin guy did say he was the son of Reed Richards. "I'll bring you to her. You can't be any worse than Wade. Hey, do you know science-y stuff?" she asked as she hooked under his arms again, only her gloves touching him as she flew back towards the mansion, but taking him to a different entrance than the one near the chaos that was the X-mas party. "Cause Jean wasn't lookin' too hot when I left'er. Looked like she was havin' a migraine or somethin', but she was out cold. But if I had to deal with Deadpool all night, I'd have a migraine, too."<br><br>Once she got to the door, she let him down again and went inside, letting him follow as she continued to fly, making her way down the halls and to the Medical Lab, where she had left Jean. So far, the chaotic battle seemed to not make it to this wing of the mansion, which was good. Surely the loud noise wouldn't be all too pleasant for someone with a migraine.<br><br>Rogue lowered back down to her feet and walked inside the Medical Lab ahead of Franklin, wanting to make sure Jean was still decent and hadn't been in the process of changing into a gown or anything. "You doin' alright in here, hon?" she asked as she peeked her head in first before stepping inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>08-01-2022, 20:44:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VLIZQkK.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong>&nbsp; Cartoon Wonderland!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater!<br><br><hr><br>Deadpool craned his neck up as Santa grew. <strong>"Ha! You call that a mid-battle powerup!? Colossus is more impressive when he puts on the body glitter!"</strong> Deadpool quipped, reloading even while he sprang back out of the now increased grappling range of the not at all kindly old elf.<br><br>Deadpool laughed with glee as he ducked and wove behind various objects, keeping a heavy stream of suppressing fire on Santa Claus. He seemed to be having the time of his life. Whether he was aware of whether his actions were part of a bigger plan or paying attention to anything else going on was unclear. Some people just love shooting Santa Claus it turns out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>13-01-2022, 01:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Santa's Workshop?&nbsp; The Great Room?<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> colorblind dot ugly Xmas sweater, snug jeans, boots.&nbsp; His signature visor.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Santa | Deadpool | Mention of Jean | All<br><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong> Oy To The World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFLExwIQKto)<br><br><hr><br>Scott grimaced as Santa grew larger and stood in the path of his beam without much apparent issue.&nbsp; He needed to go stronger then.&nbsp; Which was a concern when they were all inside like this.&nbsp; "Ororo, Hank, a little he-ack!"&nbsp; He jumped back and shut off his blast as he felt a sharp sensation on his ankle.&nbsp; He took a sweeping glance of the room as the green-clad chihuahuas were now swarming towards him and the merrily blasting Deadpool.&nbsp; Their large eyes bulged, their tiny jaws slavered and foamed.&nbsp; He kicked the one that had bitten his ankle away.&nbsp; Enough of them could take him down.&nbsp; It was a question of numbers and not having the mercenary's healing factor.<br><br>He had to find a way to end this quickly.&nbsp; He still hadn't given Rogue her gift, after all, and...why was he thinking about that now of all times?&nbsp; The fake Santa, whoever he was, was the key.<br><br>Maybe Jaime Braddock?&nbsp; But this made no sense even for that madman.&nbsp; And much like Jason Wyngarde, he couldn't help but attribute everything to himself.&nbsp; He would never pretend to be someone else.<br><br>He pivoted and fired a wide-angle, low intensity beam that sent a wave of chihuahuas spilling backwards and tumbling across the workshop.&nbsp; He looked around again and his eyes fell on Santa's gift sack.&nbsp; The sack that kept expanding to fit whatever was put inside.&nbsp; <em>Whatever</em> was put inside.&nbsp; If they could get Santa in the sack, and ideally off his feet, he could flail around in there in a space that would ideally just expand with him if he kept growing and would just stretch if he pushed at it&nbsp; "Here's hoping extra-dimensional cloth doesn't tear easy."&nbsp; By logic, it had to be able to withstand the pressure and weight of all those presents.&nbsp; But trying to be logical in this situation was probably pointless.<br><br>Scott dashed across the workshop to where the elves had been loading presents into the sack and grunted as he tried to pull it out of the sleight at an awkward angle.&nbsp; "Come on, damn it."&nbsp; He then turned, trying to lift it out and onto his back one-handed as the other went to his visor to send another carpet clearing blast at ankle level to send another yelping canine wave across the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>22-01-2022, 21:44:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FrJ71jZ.jpg)</div>A tiny green head exploded about a foot away from Deadpool's face as his bullet impacted the critter with it's wild eyes momentarily locked in shock, mouth agape. One by one tiny bodies piled up around the room.&nbsp; The bullet's fired at Santa bounced off and killed more elves. <br><br>Other X-men in the room fought for their lives too. Nightcrawler, Beast, Storm... They battled the little beasts. Storm's hurricane force winds and rain pelted Santa and threw the elves around. Nightcrawler jumped from location to location, kicking Santa in the face and tossing his menacing little helpers out the windows. Beast took to the ceiling up and up out the hole that Cyclop's had accidentally created earlier. A horde of elves followed Beast up into the hole and out of sight.<br><br>With Cyclops wide eye beamed he beat back hundreds of critters...<br><br>Someone with more artistic talents could have made and excellent comic book cover out the insane battle scene.<br><br>Santa tried to fight back but every time he lunged he got hit with bullets and eyebeams. Storm rained down a series of lightning bolts on the jolly Saint Nick but he stopped ho ho ho'ing after a few of them. <br><br>That's when Santa grabbed hold of Nightcrawler, there was a menacing cracking sound as he squeezed the fuzzy blue one. Nightcrawler cried out and fell to the floor... out of her pockets a dozen broken candy canes and sugar cookies fell out. Nightcrawler wept as she tried to collect the debris.<br><br>Nightcrawler said, "No! How could you Santa? Those were meant for you..." She looked up at the big bearded guy with broken wishes and shattered tinsel dreams in her eyes. <br><br>Santa stood there stunned, looking at Nightcrawler. He shrunk down to jolly rounded regular size, his costume and all joining the change. Santa was emotionally shook and vulnerable...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>22-01-2022, 21:53:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Q5cyccT.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> see image<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> Queue the music it's clobbering time (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAkL2-vh2Sk)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue | Franklin Richards<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Awake now and inside the med lab was not where Jean had planned on spending her Christmas eve. It took a few moments for her head to clear as she looked around taking in the surroundings and trying to remember how she had got there. The dark wood finishes on cabinets and ceiling accented a room that was otherwise mostly white tile. Standard medical equipment lined the room and sat packaged on stainless steel trays. She should have been terrified to wake up in a room like this but she knew it already. This was home, well not this place exactly but this was the med lab at home in the Xavier Institute.<br><br>The thoughts slowly coalesced as Jean regained her mental traction. Over all those thoughts was a telepathic impression she had seared into her brain. It was clear and dominated all her thoughts. There was a being of immense force on it's way. The impression was like nothing she had ever felt before. So once her head had finally came back into focus Jean put on her X-men uniform and got ready for a fight. Or at least she hoped it was going to be a fight and not a slaughter.<br><br>Noises rumbled from elsewhere in the mansion, taking place in the Great Room, then Jean heard Rogue's voice entering the Med Lab just as the last touches of her costume was put on.<br><br>"Hey, Rogue. I'm here and I'm good," Jean said as she turned to face her fellow X-man coming into the room. "Who's are guest? And what's going on?" Looking past Rogue to the stranger she glanced back to Rogue quizzically.<br><br>Franklin Richards said, "We don't have time for long introductions. I'm going to fill you both in on what's going on." Franklin looked to both women. "The short story is that I have the power to create universes. I created this one in an attempt to make a better one when mine was destroyed. But I didn't know enough about the entity known as the Phoenix. You see in my world the Phoenix for a time was linked to you - Jean. In this universe it had no links and it has now grown out of scale. I'm afraid that it's going to turn this galaxy to ash. It's already ate the Sun. I tried to stop it myself but it manipulated my powers. My powers are out of control and I have lost control as you can see all around you... This is my fault." He turned to Rogue, "I came hoping to reunite Jean and the Phoenix force to keep this universe from being destroyed but now I don't know what to do."<br><br>Jean said, "Let's gather the others and get outside." She gestured for Franklin to turn around and head back out the door. At that moment he turned around to head out the door.<br><br>Telepathically Jean said to Rogue, "Take his powers now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>22-01-2022, 22:15:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QtIRSvW.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Cartoon Wonderland!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater! (very beat up by now!)<br><br><hr><br>Deadpool laughed with glee as he realized just <em>how</em> deflective Santa was. <strong>"Check it out you guys I've unlocked bouncy bullets! Now this is a Christmas classic!"</strong> He chortled with glee, using Santa's powers to deflect his hellfire of ballistic doom back on the elves that were swarming all around. In fact Deadpool began to deliberately <em>not</em> aim at anything but Santa, using the bouncy reflectiveness instead of aiming properly. As happy as a kid on Christmas morning, that was Deadpool! <strong>"Merry Christmas, bullet ridden X-Mansion!"</strong> He exclaimed with glee. <strong>"Merry Christmas you wonderful old Building &amp; Loan! Merry Christmas, mass grave of elves!"</strong> <br><br>He paused to reload and muttered as an aside behind a stage-whisper hand to Cyclops. <strong>"Don't worry, I got lots of experience covering these up. Genosha, Svartalfhiem, Philadelphia..."</strong> he shuddered at the last one, <strong>"..so many brutally mutilated pixies."</strong> <br><br>The moment of glee was cut short by Santa suddenly shrinking down and looking rather distraught at poor Nightcrawler and her crushed candy canes!<br><br><strong>"Well Santa."</strong> Deadpool said, body language entirely indicating that he saw this fight was over, and clapping a hand on his shoulder. <strong>"I hope you've learned a valuable les - "</strong><br><br>Moving with ninja-fast speed, a carbon fibre knife jammed itself into Santa. <br><br><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(18deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(18deg); -o-transform: rotate(18deg); -ms-transform: rotate(18deg); transform: rotate(18deg);"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">STAB! </span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-184deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-184deg); -o-transform: rotate(-184deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-184deg); transform: rotate(-184deg);"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">STAB!</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(25deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(25deg); -o-transform: rotate(25deg); -ms-transform: rotate(25deg); transform: rotate(25deg);"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-34deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-34deg); -o-transform: rotate(-34deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-34deg); transform: rotate(-34deg);"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(50deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(50deg); -o-transform: rotate(50deg); -ms-transform: rotate(50deg); transform: rotate(50deg);"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-112deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-112deg); -o-transform: rotate(-112deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-112deg); transform: rotate(-112deg);"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">STAB</span></span><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(20deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(20deg); -o-transform: rotate(20deg); -ms-transform: rotate(20deg); transform: rotate(20deg);"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">STAB! </span></span><br><br><br><br>Over and over and over. Each internal organ, in alphabetical order? Only the coroner would know for sure. <br><br><strong>"-son!"</strong> Deadpool grunted, leaving the knife wedged in Santa's heart and he bounded over to a nearby bookshelf, scrambled up it and executed a flawless flying elbow drop to land right on the knife handle jamming it all the way through the jolly old elf.<br><br><strong>"About the meaning"</strong> Deadpool was just kicking the man's head for no reason now, watching it snap back and forth. <strong>"Of"</strong> another kick slammed Santa's neck back the other way, <strong>"Christmas."</strong><br><br>Deadpool merrily marched over to the mug of cocoa he'd put down hours ago and sipped it, oblivious to how blood-drenched and debris-filled it was. <br><br><strong>"Oh, my cocoa's gone cold."</strong> Acting like nothing else was wrong, Deadpool tossed the cup and its contents over Santa's corpse and marched towards the kitchen to get a new mug full! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>23-01-2022, 00:29:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Outside » Medical Lab | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Franklin Richards, Marvel Girl, Open<br><br><hr><br>Rogue let Franklin speak for himself, as she didn't know much of what he was talking about, anyway. Jean would hopefully understand what this guy wanted of her. Rogue was really just there as a kind of bodyguard, in case he tried something slick. She had slipped one glove off, making sure she was prepared to stop him, if she needed to. Luckily, he hadn't tried to make any moves on Jean, to hurt her in any way. Thank goodness! She really did hate the this part of her powers, anyway. Always felt so weird, like someone else was becoming trapped inside of her. All seemed to be well as they spoke, until it was time to leave.<br><br>Jean's voice chimed in her head, her words making her chest tense at the command. She didn't hesitate, though. Without second thought, she flew forward and hooked her arm around his chest, holding his body close to hers and flying down the hall and away from Jean as her naked hand wrapped around his jawline, her fingers pressing his face close to her body as she began to siphon his powers while trying to also not kill him.<br><br>Rogue didn't hold onto him for too long. As soon as she made it to the door, she flew outside and dropped him down into the snow before landing not too far from him, as well. It wasn't as stable of a landing as she normally gave, too focused on the strange and overwhelming feeling of someone else's powers pumping through her veins. Her bare hand gripped the snow beneath it into a tight ball of near-ice before she stood back up and dropped it. Carefully, she slipped her glove back on and made her way over to Franklin's body to check on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>23-01-2022, 22:10:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5vw3GEe.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Franklin Richards<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rogue<br><hr>Franklin's head was already pounding. He was trying to fight off the will of the Phoenix Force... That immense power of pure destructive energy that was radiating from where the sun should currently be shining. When he willed this universe into existence he thought to make it better, to right all the wrongs of the previous ones. This was all an experiment, a universe of design created by the mind of Franklin Richards. Like his father he was a bit of a scientist, he had spent years developing thoughts, philosophies, and pondering the nature of existence. As a child he had made mistakes and creates pocket universes where he had got into trouble and put many super heroes and villains lives in danger by drawing them in. As he grew older and more skilled he learned to control it and harness it. Now in his older years he had set his mind to creating the perfect Universe. But nature has a balance, the universe has a way of rectifying the things that shouldn't be... in this universe it was the Phoenix Force, the entity that was about to wipe this part of his creation out of existence before slowly moving along to wipe out more, soon they would grow into whole constellations then eventually there would be nothingness where Franklin's universe had once been.<br><br>These were the thoughts of Franklin Richards.. the thoughts that Rogue held within her now. Franklin is an Omega Level mutant and Rogue could see it all in flashes inside her mind. Franklin could will things into existence and create reality, but what he can't do is will things out of existence. Once he created something it simply was a part of the new reality and now he had gone too far...<br><br>... Franklin fell to the ground, crumpled in an unconscious heap as Rogue let go.<br><br>Could Rogue control these powers? What would she do with them? What would be the consequences of her doing so? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>28-01-2022, 21:32:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Medical Lab » Outside | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Franklin Richards, Marvel Girl, Open<br><br><hr><br>Rogue's steps were shaky as she made her way towards Franklin to check on him. Her knees nearly gave out once or twice as she struggled with the power inside of her. Gripping her head in both hands, she let out a cry, aimed at the snow beneath her feet as she felt the rushing memories filling her head, feeling like her skull would surely split open. But it didn't. She kept moving, dropping to her knees beside him and carefully checking his pulse with a gloved hand as she tried to ignore the throbbing inside her head.<br><br>The thought of her universe being an experiment, the memories of his entire life, and the pull of the Pheonix Force were all making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. She needed to make sure she hadn't killed him.<br><br>"Jeeeeeaaan!" she cried out as she gripped her hair at the roots, closing her eyes tightly at the pounding inside her head. It was all too much stimulation at once. The rushing memories, the ice cold snow on her nearly bare legs, the pounding headache that felt like someone taking a chisel to her skull, and the anxiety that tightened in her chest at the thought of having potentially killed this man. It was all too much in this moment. She needed someone to help her deal with this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>29-01-2022, 18:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QtIRSvW.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Cartoon Wonderland!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater! (very beat up by now!)<br><br><hr><br>Whistling merrily Deadpool marched into the kitchen and observed the carnage of a drained Franklin Richards and a struggling Jean and Rogue. <strong>"Huh."</strong> He commented. <strong>"Looks like I missed something fun here. You know if you were wanted to drain a guy I ..."</strong><br><br>He blinked, slowly putting together that this wasn't some sort of weird Fantastic Four-gy gone wrong and that Rogue was actually in trouble!<br><br><strong>" - which I meant literally and not suggestively!"</strong> He quickly covered, springing into action. <strong>"Christmas is teetering on the brink! Only one man can save the holiday now!!"</strong> He announced, doing his own voice over as he bounded over to Rogue. <strong>"Take my healing power!"</strong> He insisted, tugging at her glove. <strong>"Only this can save day!"</strong> He tugged some more. <strong>"Okay maybe Wolverine could too but he's ugh, not ar-ugh, round and ugh,"</strong> Deadpool was grunting and tugging at that glove for all he was worth. <strong>"Wow these are really on tight huh?"</strong><br><br>Finally getting the glove off, Deadpool slapped himself with Rogue's hand, letting it land on his skin where his face was exposed. <strong>"Stop draining yourself!"</strong> He giggled, the giddiness of all the blood loss from fighting a swarm of elves coupled with his rapidly diminished healing factor kicking in. <strong>"Stop draining your-ooooh."</strong> He collapsed like a sack of potatoes as his powers flooded into Rogue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>31-01-2022, 14:14:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Outside | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Franklin Richards, Marvel Girl, Deadpool, RedPhoenix, Open<br><br><hr><br>There was too much going on at once for her to notice that Deadpool had showed up. The thoughts in her brain were loud and her focus on them was bouncing like a BB ricocheting inside her skull. She could make out the sound of Deadpool's voice, but not his words. It was both lucky and unlucky, unfortunately. She hadn't had to roll her eyes at his comment about draining a guy, but she also didn't get any warning that he was about to touch her.<br><br>She felt the tugging on her glove, but her focus was all over the place. The tug made her fall forward slightly, but she pulled back up onto her knees just as he got her glove off and smacked it against his bare face. Without the warning and with the added surge of energy, Rogue tightened her fingers, scratching Wade's face as she yanked her hand away and twisted her body to drop her upper body down into the snow, away from the now drained Deadpool.<br><br>Fuck.<br><br>The weight of Franklin's memories were starting to be kicked around and shot at by a tiny Deadpool inside her head. She hadn't needed healing. And now, with such a huge personality as Deadpool's, surely Rogue would have a tough time staying present in her own body. She could feel him elbowing his way to the spotlight. Actually... Was there a spotlight on her right now? Where did these roses come from? Fucking hallucinations, too? Great!<br><br><em>"RedPhoenix</em>, you son of a bee sting!" Rogue nearly growled through gritted teeth as Deadpool rode around on a unicorn, dressed in a flowy phoenix parade costume.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>01-02-2022, 03:54:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Santa's Workshop?&nbsp; The Great Room?<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> colorblind dot ugly Xmas sweater, snug jeans, boots.&nbsp; His signature visor.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Santa | Nightcrawler<br><strong> Xmas Music Currently Playing:</strong> Oy To The World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFLExwIQKto)<br><br><hr><br>Scott had managed to get the sack out of the sleigh as Santa attacked Nightcrawler.&nbsp; The cracking made him wince.&nbsp; "Kari, get out of-"&nbsp; But it wasn't her, thank God, it was a bunch of now broken candy canes and cookies.&nbsp; But it was her words that seemed to really hurt the old elf.&nbsp; For a moment, he didn't see a shrinking Santa in front of him but a tall and brawny man in red and blue, with purple skin and a two foot tall mohawk of blue hair that could cut steel.&nbsp; Gladiator.&nbsp; Who or whatever this Santa was, he was like Gladiator.&nbsp; But instead of powered by confidence, he was powered by...Christmas Spirit?<br><br>"How could you, Santa?&nbsp; You're ruining Christmas!"&nbsp; He took that moment to charge, pulling the sack open and lifting it up, leaping as he intended to bring it down on top of the merry&nbsp; old elf and trap him in his own bag.&nbsp; He had to hurry up and finish this so he could find the others and help out with whatever was going on beyond here.&nbsp; He had to find Jean.&nbsp; And Rogue.&nbsp; He still had that special something for her, after all.&nbsp; Why was that so important to him?&nbsp; As much or more than surviving this.&nbsp; <br><br>He shoved the sack down as much over Santa as he could and turned to bolt out of the workshop.&nbsp; The elf chihuahuas were coming again and he didn't blast them this time but ran straight at them and leaped, trying to clear the wave of yipping barking beasts and get to the door, "Jean!&nbsp; Rogue!&nbsp; I'm coming!"&nbsp; He hoped anyway.&nbsp; Buried under tiny dogs and minutely mauled to death would be a bad way to go.&nbsp; And he wouldn't get to give her the present.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>02-02-2022, 00:02:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Q5cyccT.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> Santa's Workshop? | Early evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> see image<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> X-Men Theme Music 2018 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b9KSl--wP4)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue | Deadpool | Cyclops | Franklin Richards | Beast | Nightcrawler | Storm | ???<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>It was all X-men and Santa's work shop shenanigans everywhere. Jean had no time to think about much, she had called on Rogue to do her thing to Franklin and that man was now a pile of unconsciousness. And a moment later.... so too was Deadpool. She wasn't worried about Deadpool he'd heal up soon enough but Rogue was fighting all those voices in her head.<br><br>Diving over next to Rogue, Jean tried to reach out for the woman's covered shoulders.<br><br>Jean said, "Focus on my voice." She edged in a little with her telepathic abilities, nudging and searching for Rogue within the mental noise. "Hear my voice and focus on it. Let me help you find yourself. Everyone is counting on you. I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I didn't think you could handle it."&nbsp; Oh yeah in this chaos she could feel the others presence. It was like Jean was a floating over exaggerated anime version of herself adrift in the void of Rogue's psyche. But this anime form with the V line of her outfit plunging down to show off EEE cleavage was definitely Deadpool's influence. She tried hard to put it out of her head then she saw someone walk by in six in sequined heels... Yup.. more Deadpool. Jean tried to mentally shoo Wade away. "C'mon Rogue.. I know you're out there somewhere."<br><br>In the distance, she heard Cyclops calling out for them until finally he joined them... wherever they all were. Jean had missed most of the fun so she was trying to stick to task and not give it any thought.<br><br>"We are over here," Jean called to Cyclops. "Rogue absorbed Franklin Richard's powers.. and somehow Deadpool got involved. I'm trying to help Rogue focus. What's going on out there Scott? That man, Franklin said that something called the Phoenix Force was going to destroy the galaxy... Scott, he said it had eaten the sun. He said our universe was his creation but that in his universe I was supposed to control the power of the Phoenix."<br><br>Mentally she focused on Rogue again... "Rogue, if you can hear me. Use your will and make that Phoenix Force become mine. You heard him... If I can control it in his world then I can control it here.. Then all you have to do is will everything back to normal."<br><br>A little voice in Jean's head said -<em> Nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan!</em>&nbsp; Was that Deadpool again?!<br><br><hr><hr><br>Beast's roar could be heard off in the distance, he was moving further away. Probably headed in the direction of the Professor. Cracks of thunder seemed to follow him along, Storm.&nbsp; The pair were fighting elsewhere and Nightcrawler was gone, she too was probably joining the others as they fought whatever other abominations haunted this place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>05-02-2022, 00:29:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Outside | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><br><hr><br>Everything was so loud and so chaotic that she nearly didn't notice Jean was trying to grab a hold of her. Why was Deadpool frolicking about with fire-colored streamers? Is this what it was like inside Wade's head all the time?! It was so noisy and distracting that Jean had to physically grab a hold of her to almost shake her out of it.<br><br>Rogue tensed from the touch; A moment of panic set in, making her eyes widen and focus on Jean's, in front of her own. She focused on her fellow X-men's lips as she spoke, needing to read them as she listened just to make sure she heard her. It was still so difficult, though.<br><br><em>'The merc with the mouth had no intention of settling himself down, just because this wasn't his own home. And though he wasn't invited in, he was happy to make himself at home by decorating the place.'</em> Rogue could hear that stupid narration in her head as she tried to focus on Jean's words. She tried to ignore it, but eventually she squeezed her eyes shut and finally yelled. "Wade, hush yer damn self for three seconds! Di'nt yer momma ever teach you manners!"<br><br>It was then that Rogue opened her eyes again and saw that she had had her outburst right in Jean's face. Fuck, this boy was gonna be the death of her today. He was the one and only person she absolutely had no intention of <strong>ever</strong> touching, accidentally or otherwise. He was definitely testing her patience and her limits. She grabbed her glove out of the snow and yanked it back on, not needing to worry about the burn on her hand since Deadpool's healing had fixed that.<br><br>"Alright. So, I just need ta focus on the big ol' Phoenix in the sky?" <em>'Yeah! Stare at the sun! That's always a good idea! Just gotta get those funky glasses from Scott. Maybe a little smooch in exchange. I bet he looks incredible in a speedo. *gasp* Or do you think he goes skinny dipping?! How long do you think it'll take to heat up the lake for a swim?'</em><br><br>Oooo, she was getting real tired of this. Wade's mind was just so overwhelming.<br><br>"How am I supposed to-" <em>"Stop thinking about his package? I know!"</em> "Christ! How do I will the Phoenix Force to you? Jean, I need you to focus on Richards, cause Wade will not shut his trap for <em>Anything."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>05-02-2022, 19:07:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/luEA3To.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Wade!<br><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Male<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Cartoon Wonderland!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Very little <br><br><hr><br>So many pretty things! Unicorns! Cylcopses! Sabergeese! The world was so filled with light and wonder! There was even a Phoenix for every shade of the rainbow! But which one would Rogue take control of and put in Jean? The peaceful purple phoenix? The brilliant blue phoenix? The giddy green phoenix? The yodeling yellow phoenix? The outstanding orange phoenix? The ratchet red phoenix? The.... wait! <br><br>"NOT THAT ONE!" Deadpool jumped to his feet, somehow there inside the psychotic hellish mindscape with her.<br><br>"ANY OF THE OTHERS!" Deadpool shouted. "NOT THE RED PHOENIX! SHE RUINS EVERYTHING!" The other Phoenixes all nodded, glad someone finally said it. <br><br>"What are you doing Wade!??!" The Red Phoenix hissed. "This wasn't the plan! You were supposed to - "<br><br>"I know!" Deadpool sobbed, "I let you alter reality just so that I could get invited to the Christmas party! But now I see that true friendship means sometimes you have to .... " he paused. "You know I don't know what the lesson here is, I just know you're no good and you're coming with me!" <br><br>"WHAT?" The RedPhoenix, screeched, igniting herself in a furious blaze she glared at the mercenary. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS DEADPOOL! I CREATED YOU! IF YOU KILL ME -" <br><br>"Kill you?" Deadpool laughed. "Oh I know I can't do that!" He was striding towards her now, even as she started to back away.<br><br>"Stay back," the Phoenix looked a bit nervous now as he stalked closer and closer, she found that even as she tried to backpedal all she was doing was slow motion running into his arms, the horrific overly sexed characteristics of those around her all being transferred into her, leaving them to finally return to normal as she did "What are you .... and why can't I ..." she squeaked, ridiculous 90s style broken backed, outrageously proportioned, comic book bimbo form and all as she gazed into Deadpool's eyes. <br><br>"Help Step-Deadpool I'm stuck in my own unraveling premise!" Deadpool giggled, stripping out of his costume.<br><br>"NO! NO don't you...."<br><br>"Pretend all you like sweetheart, everyone knows you don't write anything you don't want to fuck." And with that Deadpool swept up the RedPhoenix in his horrific scarred arms and as he did everything about them .... calmed down. And for a brief, wonderful moment, both Deadpool and the meddling red Phoenix force were too caught up with each other to keep making everything all about them, letting someone else finally have the spotlight! <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>06-02-2022, 20:45:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Scott grimaced and there was a red flash as he blasted out the window before he threw himself out of it.&nbsp; He was tipping forward as he fell and hit the ground rolling.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It hurt, sure, but he wouldn't have more than a wide bruise to show for it rather than broken bones.&nbsp; "Hn!"&nbsp; <br><br>Scott got to his feet as he saw...madness unrolling in front of him.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; When the costume came off, he quickly looked away.&nbsp; "Did not need to see that.&nbsp; ...Impressive member for a guy that's mostly scar tissue though."<br><br>...What?&nbsp; Why had he said that?&nbsp; That was...<br><br>Scott shook his head.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Which was not helping her.&nbsp; "Rogue!"&nbsp; He took her hand, the gloved one, and gave it a squeeze.&nbsp; "Listen to me.&nbsp; You can do this.&nbsp; 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!&nbsp; You're not going to lose to that lunatic Wade, are you?&nbsp; 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!&nbsp; You're an original character and that means something, damn it!"&nbsp; What was he even saying?&nbsp; Someone that was true, though.&nbsp; &nbsp;This whole strange rippling reality was effecting him too!&nbsp; They had to end this!<br><br>Jean said Rogue needed to give this Phoenix Force to her.&nbsp; His mind raced.&nbsp; It seemed like planetary annihilation was nigh...or at least their immediate deaths.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; And Christmas.&nbsp; "Gift.&nbsp; It's a gift!&nbsp; Rogue, give Jean the Phoenix Force as a present!&nbsp; Just think of it like that!&nbsp; Give her her present and then we can end this and I can give you yours!&nbsp; Think of putting it in a box with a bow and handing the box to Jean.&nbsp; You can do this!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>07-02-2022, 00:34:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Q5cyccT.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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> At the end of everything!<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> see image<br><strong>Vibe:</strong> X-Men Theme Music 2018 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b9KSl--wP4)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rogue | Deadpool | Cyclops <br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Probing and wading through a dreamscape in Rogue's mind that was like trying to make your way in a blizzard. Jean could tell that Rogue's grip on reality was tenuous, was this a mistake? <br><br><strong>"Stay with us, Rogue..." </strong>Jean pleaded. <strong>"We are your family and we need you. Damn it all of reality needs you."</strong><br><br>Rogue seemed like she was in agony her words and thoughts bouncing around like a pinball that just hit the high score on one of those old machines. She was herself, she was Wade, she was Franklin.&nbsp; <br><br>Jean said, <strong>"This is whatever reality you want it to be Rogue. You just need to make it your reality and not anyone else. You can make this all into a beach in Hawaii if that's what you want... !!!&nbsp; You can touch someone and still keep your powers! Focus on what you want and need then we'll deal with the rest after."</strong><br><br>And as she did that things in the outside non-headspace world started to get weird like all of reality was warping out of control.&nbsp; Wade... <strong>"Damn it, Wade!" </strong>Jean said.&nbsp; <br><br>This made sense in a Wade sort of way... He probably had delusions as a result of whatever caused him to become Deadpool. Jean didn't say anything and she tried not to pry but sometimes she couldn't help it and she knew he'd been through a lot. She felt empathy for him. Jean started to let go of Rogue mentally for a moment so she could try to bring Wade under control but things happened really fast and his was a ninja at undressing.. or maybe it was just the warped reality happening. Who were all these women in colored costumes, Phoenix.. somehow she knew it. Wade confirmed it.. then Wade was naked, his male parts were wagging in the wind and something so horrifying she just couldn't think about it started to happen.<br><br>Cyclops came in and joined them, holding Rogue's hand and making his own plea to her.... And wow this was really embarrassing because suddenly a rather.. um.. over stylized version of herself was about to have sexual relations with a very naked Deadpool.<br><br>You know, Jean really wished that Scott hadn't been here to see this. It was like having your brother watching you do porn. This was weird, awkward and very uncomfortable for Jean... She couldn't take her eyes off of it.. It was a metaphorical train wreck. The world was calm for a moment and Deadpool and Red Phoenix-Jean had really disturbing coitus. <br><br>Closing her eyes, Jean delved back into Rogue's eyes but not before saying, <strong>"Please don't look at that over there Scott, I really don't want you to see that. And oh my gawd how does he know that I have a mole there."</strong> She shook her head trying hard to concentrate on Rogue.<br><br>It was all up to Rogue...
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>15-02-2022, 16:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21rvowH.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rogue</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Marie (but prefers Rogue)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br><strong>Gender Identity:</strong> Female<br><strong>Location/Time:</strong> Outside | Early Evening<br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> Green dress (https://i.imgur.com/xlOmrV9.png), black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/SUa9vXR.jpg), matching black gloves (https://i.imgur.com/2BkqCwY.jpg), and a sheer pair of stockings<br><br><hr><br>How could anyone concentrate like this?! Rogue's eyes darted from Jean's lips, to Scott's lips, back and forth as they tried to help her by keeping her focused on them instead of the lusty fog in the corner of her eye. She tried reading their lips as they spoke, trying to give input to what she should do with the Phoenix. And all the while, she could hear a ticking in her ears, like a timer counting down to ignite the world. Her chest was feeling tight, tears beginning to glaze her eyes as she looked back and forth between them, searching for answers in their words before...<br><br>"Stop!"<br><br>She yelled the single word, closing her eyes tightly and craddling her head as she curled into her knees. This headache was about to split her skull in two! But just as she yelled, everything stopped. There was no more ticking, no more grunts and squeals, no more instructions from her fellow X-Men. The silence filled everything, including her head, stopping the narration that had been making it hard to focus on anything but the fact that this all was up to her to fix.<br><br>When she opened her eyes, she was no longer curled up in the snow outside of the X-Mansion. The sun was shining, reflecting off the water of the Missippi River while she knelt on the dock, waiting for the riverboat to come to a halt in front of her. The soft roar of waves crashing onto the shore filled her ears, bringing her attention behind her as she finally stood up. As she turned her head towards the direction of the treeline, more sounds began to fill her ears: birds. They were singing in the trees, urging her to step closer, which she did until the thud of a ramp dropping onto the dock startled her enough to look back at the riverboat. First in line to get off the boat was Jean, followed by Scott behind her, but Rogue didn't walk up to greet them on the dock.<br><br>"This way!" she called to them both before turning back around and disappearing into the trees. She needed to find what she was looking for. There was a force that urged her forward, deeper into the forest. "Jean! Keep up!" she called as she glanced back over her shoulder while her body moved towards the cry of a lost, motherless animal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mas: A Mutant Holiday Special - Mansion</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Armphid</strong> on <strong>20-02-2022, 17:26:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQIioE4u-I0me3KDOfucVBpF1f96YQ7VumCSQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><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 to Mississippi?&nbsp; <br><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong> colorblind dot ugly Xmas sweater, snug jeans, boots.&nbsp; His signature visor.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jean | HyperJean | Deadpool | Rogue<br><br><hr><br>For a moment, or maybe forever, there was nothing.&nbsp; He did not perceive sight, sound, or scent.&nbsp; He felt neither warmth nor cold.&nbsp; He did not even feel his own body; the sting of chihuahua bites was gone.&nbsp; He could not feel his tongue moving to wet his mouth or his lips.&nbsp; Or even his mouth or his lips.&nbsp; There was no ground under him.&nbsp; No air around him.&nbsp; Was there even a him?&nbsp; Somehow in all of it, his mind was conscious and it reeled back against the nothingness in horror.&nbsp; <br><br>The air was warm and humid.&nbsp; He gasped in a breath and then expelled it forcefully, his lungs working again, existing again.&nbsp; There was a gentle motion that told him before he opened his eyes that he was on a watercraft of some kind.&nbsp; Scott's eyes opened behind his visor and he looked around.&nbsp; They were on a boat, a riverboat like one would see on the Mississippi River.&nbsp; And indeed, the water around them was brown as the Old Muddy's flow was expected to be and it was wide.&nbsp; Jean was ahead of him and they were both moving towards the front of the boat.&nbsp; The boat seemed to be heading to a dock and on that dock was the slender yet shapely form of Rogue.&nbsp; The boat slid closer and a ramp fell.&nbsp; Even as it did so, the Southern bombshell gestures for them to follow and called out to them before she turned and all but ran into the forest.<br><br>"Rogue, wait!"&nbsp; But she was gone and moving, still moving as he could hear her in the forest even if she had moved out of view.&nbsp; Scott took a moment to glance around.&nbsp; There was no sign of Deadpool or of the, ah, extremely endowed version of Jean that he had been...grappling...with.&nbsp; "Jean, let's go after her."&nbsp; If Rogue had brought them here...this was her mind shaping things as she wanted them to be.&nbsp; Or maybe as they needed to be for her to deal with them.&nbsp; Either way, he wasn't about to stay here while she ran off.&nbsp; <br><br>Though it was bold of him, in the sort of way that he normally was not, he took Jean's hand and gently pulled her for just a moment as she seemed as dumbfounded as he by where they were and these strange but thankfully more subdued events.&nbsp; Maybe it was also for himself.&nbsp; To have some contact, some touch, after that instant or eternity of non-being.&nbsp; Her hand was warm and soft, even in the balmy air.&nbsp; "She needs you, I think, to settle all this.&nbsp; Let's not keep her waiting."
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