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"Did someone get the number of the truck that hit me?" Wally asked as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He looked around the room. This wasn't his place. Or his van. Or the Watchtower. Or...you got the idea.

Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings meant that there was probably something nefarious afoot, or at the very least a mystery that needed solving.

His stomach rumbled.

A mystery that needed solving after breakfast.

[OOC: Mostly establishy but open.]
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You'd think Lex would have learnt his lesson about using these showers post-jog by now.

But no, he hadn't, and so it was really no one's fault but his own when immediately after turning the water off he turned into an otter. Again.

Not that the otter that was Lex particularly cared about this when he had puddles to splash around in.

[Establishy!]
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The first thing Lex noticed when he woke up was the hair, it was hard not to, given it was long, red, and also hanging into his eyes and obscuring his vision. He tried combing it off his face with his fingers, only to get them caught in a tangle. "...the hell?"

Yeah, give him a minute to figure out what else he'd woken up with, it'd been a long while since he'd had to deal with bed-head and it was kind of taking up all his attention.

[Open to the roomie, or anyone else happening to be passing by.]
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After class, Lex had decided to go jogging, and given the cool weather, used the treadmill in the gym, which in turn lead to needing to use the showers to get the sweat off.

As he rubbed soap over his head, he started singing.

I don't care about my hair,
About my hair I just don't care,
And if you care about my hair,
Then maybe you should go somewhere....


There may also have been some (very careful) dancing.

[Establishy.]
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Lex the otter blinked back into existence, and continued splashing about happily, without so much as missing a beat.

Until, because apparently more than enough people remembered Fandom's sense of timing, he turned back into a boy. Making his much less playful and graceful way to the edge of the pool, Lex debated his options and decided it would be better to head directly to where he knew there were clothes instead of risking getting caught searching for them.

[Mostly establishy, but feel free to react to the nekkidy Lex as he makes a break for his room.]
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Lex had only intended on having a quick shower (really, his clothes were clean enough to last another few days) before heading back to the library.

Unfortunately, Fandom, or what was left of it at least, had other ideas, and as soon as he turned the water off instead of a wet teenager in the shower stall, there was a small, damp otter. Peeping indignantly.

There was probably a lesson about hygiene in there somewhere.

[Establishy.]
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Lex didn't so much get out of bed as fall out in a mess of sheets and red curls. He frowned as he got up, this wasn't his room, even if he did recognise some of his things. He didn't remember Dad or Pamela or Mom saying anything about moving either, and he wasn't supposed to go anywhere without someone knowing where he was.

Suddenly worried, he patted down his pyjama pockets until he found his inhaler. At least he had that. Even if he had been kidnapped.

[Open]
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After being ambushed by Lionel at the mixer on Friday, Lex hadn't held out much hope of staying past the weekend. Sure he'd come up with more than enough reasons why he should be allowed to, but even if he wasn't aware of the fact that and his father had fundamentally different definitions of 'good reasons', it would be too much like winning.

And Lionel Luthor was not a good loser.

Which was why Lex was going through his things now, rather than risk not having enough time to pack when his dad made his decision.

[ooc: door and post open. Thread with Lionel is last chronologically.]
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Lex Luthor slept the sleep of the just. The sleep of one who was truly at peace with the world and their place in it it.

After his father's mysterious and as yet unexplained disappearance, he had remade Luthorcorp in his own image, becoming renowned for his humanitarian work and environmentally friendly business practices that had set a new standard for the world. He'd even considered going into politics, but realised he could do so much more good in the private sector.

And if he had any regrets? Well, they were firmly in the past.

Truly, life was good.

[Open for the roomie, or anyone else passing by.]
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