[ MYSTIQUE HAS HAD IT OFFICIALLY.

When her scaly blue face shows up on the feed, it's clear something's up. Her normal cool, calm demeanor is gone, and her usually perfectly-coiffed hair is sticking out in a few places. She's somewhere outside, having abandoned her room a long time ago. She is livid, and has been for a very long time.

If there's one thing Mystique knows, it's when someone's in her head. And someone's been in her goddamn head since yesterday. A few minutes, she can tolerate. She'll let it go. Maybe snap some necks for it, but she'll move on with her life. But hours upon hours of it? Unrelenting? Nothing but sadness and regret and so many other annoying emotions? Being forced to relive a memory she'd thought been forever buried has definitely done nothing to help her mood, so with this on top, she is not having it.

She breathes hard, teeth bared. ]

I know one of you is in my head. I don't know why, but I'm giving you ten minutes to get out. That should be enough time to give you a head start before I find you.

[ Whoever you are, she will look for you, she will find you, and she will kill you. Figuratively. Literally, if she can get away with it. ]

Your time starts now.

[ The feed cuts off, and she storms into the mansion. Mystique is going on a rampage, covering every corner until she finds her victim. Maybe you see her tearing through a hallway. Perhaps you hear her yelling in rage from inside your room. If you're unlucky and your door's unlocked, maybe she'll burst in uninvited!

Laugh at her on the network, run from her, direct her to a scapegoat. Whatever! Point is, she's starting from the bottom and working her way up until this torment ends.

Nice knowing you, head invader. ]