X-men Beach Party

The mutant beach is packed.

The X-Men, Magneto's forces, students, allies, and several people who definitely weren't invited are scattered across the beach.

A giant sign planted in the sand reads:

TEMPORARY TRUCE — NO FIGHTING

Scott Summers stands beneath an umbrella with his sunglasses on, clipboard in hand.

Cyclops: "Okay. Ground rules. No fighting, no powers used against another guest, and absolutely no provoking Magneto's side."

Wolverine: "You made a damn rulebook for a beach day?"

Cyclops: "Someone has to keep this organized."

Betsy: "Scott, we're at the beach. Relax."

Cyclops: "I'm relaxed."

Betsy slowly looks at his clipboard.

Betsy: "You're holding a clipboard."

Cyclops: "...It's for emergencies."

Nearby, Wanda sits beneath a large umbrella, enjoying a cold drink while watching the chaos unfold.

Wanda: "I have a feeling this won't last long."

Illyana: "Twenty minutes."

Kitty: "You said that twenty minutes ago."

Illyana: "Exactly."

Colossus is attempting to set up a volleyball net while Rogue and Gambit argue over teams.

Gambit: "I call Rogue."

Rogue: "You can't call me like I'm a damn baseball player."

Gambit: "Worth a try."

Magneto sits nearby, surrounded by several Brotherhood members.

Magneto: "Charles, I must admit... this is surprisingly peaceful."

Professor Xavier: "Give it time."