The Closet in the Arms Room 313, Sunday morning
Kyle finally woke up from that massive punch he was hit with yesterday morning. It only took him a moment to figure out three things: 1) he was tied up, 2) he was in his closet, and 3) that bastard Hank had taken over his life! Kyle couldn't let him get away with that. Fortunately, he knew something that Hank didn't. He knew that he kept a spare lightsaber in the closet, just in case something like this ever happened.
All he had to do was get up, knock the contents of the shelf above his head down, sort through the resulting mess, find the lightsaber, find a way to turn it on while completely bound, cut through the rope, and escape.
Unfortunately, this was going to take a while. Kyle's escape plan wasn't going to be finished until the third act of the day.
[OOC: Establishy.]
All he had to do was get up, knock the contents of the shelf above his head down, sort through the resulting mess, find the lightsaber, find a way to turn it on while completely bound, cut through the rope, and escape.
Unfortunately, this was going to take a while. Kyle's escape plan wasn't going to be finished until the third act of the day.
[OOC: Establishy.]