( So... a lot of things happen at once. Jack, who only ever has the most tenuous grasp on real sleep in the first place, is lulling in his mostly-asleep vaguely-awake in-between state in bed, hallucina-dreaming things that are too arbitrary for his mind to retain for more than fleeting moments.
Kyle's bed bucks, and he's jolted out of that state with an absolute flood of adrenaline. Kyle goes thud onto the floor, and Jack's hyper-defense-mode prone brain assumes, immediately, that they are being attacked.
There's a baseball bat in his hand before he's even out of bed — except that the bat was evidently more instinctual than his prosthetic leg, and so as he makes to throw himself to standing, he quite literally does not have a leg to stand on. And so goes the second roommate crashing to the floor, still frantically wielding his bat even as he scoots up onto his ass. )
WHAT'S HAPPENING? Is this a fight? Are we in a fight? What's going on?
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Kyle's bed bucks, and he's jolted out of that state with an absolute flood of adrenaline. Kyle goes thud onto the floor, and Jack's hyper-defense-mode prone brain assumes, immediately, that they are being attacked.
There's a baseball bat in his hand before he's even out of bed — except that the bat was evidently more instinctual than his prosthetic leg, and so as he makes to throw himself to standing, he quite literally does not have a leg to stand on. And so goes the second roommate crashing to the floor, still frantically wielding his bat even as he scoots up onto his ass. )
WHAT'S HAPPENING? Is this a fight? Are we in a fight? What's going on?