Name:Mortus "Mort" Mortum
Age: (Should be 37 or 38 for LotD characters)37
Appearance: (See Below) 
Job:Horror Writer (Pretty Successful) and Father. 
Bio:Mort's life went on the upswing after the war, though he would rather not revist the horrors of it. The Battles that he himself fought, however, is what shaped him to who he is today and for once he's got his act together. Though still having a temper, Mort began using his past experiences into writing horror novels. It was actually kind of easy for him to get into given how...creative...he could get when he was younger.

The biggest help for Mort to move on with his life is his daughter, Quinn. She lights up his world, and makes him understand how far people can change even himself.

Writing for him comes very easily, given that he was the most invested in the supernatural even before the journey into the land of the damned. Admittedly sometimes aspects of his own life leak out, and he does bother to at least send apologies to the others when he needs be. 

Speaking of the others, his relationship had changed significantly, all the better, while his relationship with Mac is still rocky it's nowhere near as bad. He showed up to Raven's funeral and promised Garrett to his face that if he needed anything to let him know. He doesn't talk to Mickey as much as he would like, but that's just because he's usually  busy man. 

One of the things he values is that his daughter is so close with her cousins. He really hopes that will stick and she will not become how he was in the past. 

Though his life isn't perfect, he wishes deeply that Quinn's mother could be here with them, but he has started to accept the fact that she can't. 
Extra:


Name:Depta Mortum
Age: (Should be 37 or 38 for LotD characters)40
Appearance:(See Below) 
Job:In Prison
Bio:Depta is the mother of Quinn, during the war there was a battle between Depta's now ex-living boyfriend and Mort with Mac, though Mac did most of the work. Mort still fought, defended her, and when her ex wounded her, Mort was the only one willing to keep her alive. That trust did not go unnoticed or unrewarded, as Depta gave valuable information from her hospital bed. That information would prove to be invaluable and would help turn the tide of the war. 

During the war, Depta and Mort grew from being friends to, helping Mort move on with Jessie. The two of them grew practically inseprateable, and even fell in love with each other. It was the best choice Depta ever made. They even had a wedding, a day of peace. Depta was even with child at the time...

However when the war ended, on the day Quinn was born, reality set in. While Depta's betrayal did ultimately lead to her joining up with the Pisgah Six, saving countless lives, and provided extremely valuable information. The fact of the matter is, she still set up Mort and Mac for certain death. Ordinarily, she'd be dead, however due to her heroism afterwards, she was sentenced to life in prison. 

The only way she's ever seen her own child is behind prison glass. Though Depta is a model prisoner, facts are facts. Depta has no ill will towards Mac or the others for it, she gets it, and she does thank her for at least letting her live. Though sometimes she wishes she was out with her husband and daughter. Quinn's growing up with each visit, and she fears one day Quinn will grow to hate her because she's never been there for all of her life. 
Extra:

Name: Quincy "Quinn" Jessie Mortum
Age: 16
Grade:Junior
Appearance:(See Below) 
Bio: The fact that she came from Mort, a human who willingly went full Higher Level Demon, and Depta, a succubus, means that Quinn is actually a full blooded demon, a fact that gets noticed given that she has some of her mothers more, demonic features. It's an issue to say the least...it kind of scares people away from her. All but her cousins and her aunts and uncles. To be honest it's because of them that she become full goth like Kara, even if she has every reason to be. \

She loves her father dearly, but he doesn't really pay attention to her all that much when he's writing, and that's often now a days, and her relationship with her mother is...infrequent. It's been hard on her but she tries to make the best of it. 

Though because of her parenting situation and people being scared of her appearance , she has her rebellious side, she likes to go out on dates even though her father doesn't want her too, she's gotten multiple tattoos, has made a fake id so she can get said tattoos, though admittedly that was all Kara sticking and poking her,  and has been in multiple fights after school. She's got a bit of a reputation as a "demonic bitch", so she acts tough, not afraid to flex her power sometimes to scare people away from her if need be, or to pull a prank. It's gotten her into a lot of trouble over the years, and her father gets into "dad mode" sometimes and she hates "dad mode". 

Though her "family" can see right through her act, which is why she loves them. They know, Quinn for Quinn, not Quinn the Demon Bitch. She considers herself closer to, of all of the "family" members, the upbeat Lilly. Quinn finds her positive nature extremely endearing and she really wishes Kara wasn't so harsh on her. 

She starts this year like an normal kid though, really wishing she was anywhere else. However, this year she promised herself she'd be a little less rebellious. Just get through this year with no fights, no abusing her powers for funzies, and maybe even get a part time job. It's time to improve her life. Live the life she wants to live as she looks towards to the future. 

Boys though? She's not giving that up so easily. 

Powers:Smoke (Though not as powerful as her father) and Libido Control (The only power she got from her mother) 
Embarrassed About: She's a bit raunchy, inheriting her mother's libido. While she's never actually had sex before, the temptation has always been there. 
Clique: Loner
Extra:

(Mort) 




(Depta (But you know in a prion jumpsuit) 



(Quinn) 

Adult CS:
Name: Mac Collins
Age: 38
Appearance: Caucasian, 5'10, short brown hair kept above the ears, brown eyes, a significantly athletic build, a tendency toward relaxing clothes when not in uniform.
Job: Deputy Sheriff
Bio: After many adventures, mostly unwilling ones, Mac finally got to settle down for good with Mickey. Getting married in less than a year after all was said in done, they resolved to split off from the others and try to live a peaceful life for as long as they could. That couldn't stop Mac's paranoia and obsession over protecting those he cared about, though. The best outlet, he decided, was to finish his officers training and keep the area free of crime. It took some convincing and arguing, but he and Mickey eventually adopted their first child, Travis. Mac was terrified inside of having to care for a child, he didn't trust himself to stay in full control of his demonic anger, but he knew it was better than having Mickey attempt to have a biological child with him. Mac helped as much as he could to take care of Travis when he wasn't working, but found he was an average parent at best. He helped Travis with whatever he needed and knew when to discipline him, but wasn't sure what else to actually do with a child. Not as good as he wished he could be, but not nearly as bad as he expected himself to be. When Mickey was willing to homeschool him, it made Mac very happy. With them both consistently at home, he didn't have to worry about any sneaky plots tricking him or their son being alone far from either of them, he could work then come home to his family.

After a while of just having Travis, they eventually ended up adopting Allison. When Mickey started calling her Allie, he soon picked up on it as well, wanting to make sure she felt as comfortable as possible with them. He did his best to look out for her, but had an even harder time connecting with a little girl. The fact that he was terrible at video games didn't help later on, as Mickey was the one with any skill at them, even if his set of powers meant he'd be frighteningly good at them if he learned. Still, he had more confidence in being a parent by the time she came along, and he grew to love her as his own all the same.

He was grateful to have Mickey around to raise the kids, but when Raven passed away and Mickey left for a few weeks to help Garret, he was a mess. He had a decent idea of how to cook, but his lack of patience meant cooking was a pain for him. He was no teacher either, presenting the work and helping where needed, but he wasn't the best at explaining new concepts in the first place. He had more appreciation for all Mickey did around the house after that. When Travis reached 10 years old, and similarly when Allie reached 10 years old, he started them on a basic training routine in self-defense to make sure they know how to defend themselves. Especially with demon kids in school now, he didn't want either of them to be unable to defend themselves if targeted for who they were. He was fairly confident in their knowledge when deciding to let them go to a public school, though he still intends to give them 1 hour training sessions in Saturdays.

He was a pretty big name police officer back where he and Mickey used to live, but after moving in with his father he had to transfer work as well. They promoted him straight to deputy sheriff when he got there, as the slot was open and he was considered more than qualified. No argument from Mac, that was for certain. His reason for moving was that his father's health was deteriorating, but he knew the old man was far too headstrong and independent to do what was good for his health if Mac didn't move his family over there. His dad looked after him when he needed it, so he'd look after his dad now that he needed it.

Extra: Mac had unleashed a temporary demonic form during the Wrath fight that fully accepted his demonic blood and made him into a berserker. Not only was he exhausted afterwards, he refuses to ever use it again because of the danger to everyone around him it poses. After finding an unarmed explosive in his bed with a note simply saying "Don't" on it, he figured Scott didn't want him to use it ever again either. 

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Adult CS:

Name:
Seth Collins
Age: 61
Appearance:
White hair he keeps shaved off since that's what he's used to. A decently solid jawline that Mac only barely shares with him, black eyes, a body that sure seemed athletic at one point, but had now devolved into a far less impressive body bordering on dad bod. 
Job:
Retired
Bio:
A former football player retired after some controversy involving his son, Seth has been a vocal advocate for half-demon rights ever since his son was revealed as one. Though his own words and actions didn't personally yield a lot of results, he'd like to think others speaking up for themselves in the time following was in part thanks to him. Divorced from his wife when Mac was still a child, he barely saw his own son until he was an adult. All he could do was provide financial and emotional support over the phone, until he had to go into hiding while anyone involved with the demon hunters was being attacked. Now he is sick, loathe as he is to admit it, and can't get around as well as he'd like. Apparently his injuries from his years of playing football were coming back to bite him, causing complications with his health and wearing him down. As much as he hated how his body felt all the time, along with all the pills he had to take, at least he got to see his grand children all the time.
Extra:While slightly disappointed the kids aren't his own flesh and blood, he's just happy to see his son married with a wife and kids. Has to use a cane, at least occasionally, because his right leg acts up sometimes.

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Student CS:
Name:Travis Collins
Age: 14
Grade: 9th
Appearance:Best I could do
Bio: Adopted into the Collins family at the age of 4, Travis was born to parents he doesn't remember. His parents were lost in the war when he was but a baby, and he was given the name Travis in the orphanage he stayed at. He didn't know what he was getting into when he was adopted, the police officer and photographer before him being just that. It wasn't until he was 10 that he finally understood, his parents made a mistake and not only fixed it, but they saved the world in the process. It was super cool to him, his parents were heroes! And even better, he adopted an attitude that "Mistakes happen", in hopes of being forgiven by his parents when he did something because they did something worse. After getting that attitude spanked out of him the first time he tried using it, he generally stopped causing trouble.

When he was 7, his parents asked him about how he felt having a little sister. He was okay with it, she'd be someone he could talk to aside from his parents at home. Allison was far less interesting than he had hoped. Even as they grew up alongside each other, they shared nothing in but last names. Still, he tried to get along with her to the best of his ability, though her interests didn't catch his eye much at all. He preferred socializing and occasionally playing sports, not a fan of his dad's training but thinking the idea was cool. His sister didn't enjoy either, and didn't seem to find any interest in the training whatsoever. He chalked that up to her just being a girl. Still, he knew when they moved to a new town he'd have to look out for her, since she was his little sister. His dad said that was his job as a brother, just don't be annoying about it.

Powers: None
Embarrassed About: Not having anything he's actually GOOD at. He can do a lot of things, but he's not outstanding at anything.
Clique: lower-tier athletics, though he'd like to think of himself as a jock.
Extra: He secretly wishes he had powers like everyone else, and thinks it's unfair to play alongside people that aren't human. 

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Student CS:
Name: Puer-Sanguis Owens
Age: 19
Grade: 12th
Appearance: 6'10, 240 lbs, built like a more subtle power lifter, burgundy colored leather-like skin. Black messy hair running down to the middle of his back, looking as though it's only given a quick brush down at the start of the day. Black eyes typically accompanied by black bags underneath, a sizable in length and width nose and a strong jawline culminate into a constantly angry looking expression on his face. His teeth are faintly yellowed from lack of care and the tips of his fingers are rough enough to cut people if he drags his finger along the skin. All of this comes together to make a very intimidating and unapproachable half-demon, complimented by his refusal to wear sleeves at any point and penchant for sweat pants of some sort.

Bio: Born to the unwilling efforts of an ogre demon and his mother, Puer's life has been anything but pleasant. Living for almost two years in a cabin deep in a mountain forest with his mother and the carnivorous monster that forcefully made him, he bore witness to all sorts of torturous and cruel acts to the flesh of man. It was not until the collection of demons began before the war that his life changed for the better. In a bloody blur the door to his house was torn from the hinges, his father torn into and and drug toward a hole in the ground. In his father's panic, the ogre demon grabbed Puer's mother and threw her at the hole in an attempt to serve as a sacrifice. The hole rejected her, throwing her away as she was not what it sought. Through all his father's fighting and destruction of their mangled cabin he was unable to escape his fate, dragged back to hell never to be seen again. His mother and he, both horrified and unsure what to do with their newfound freedom, collected their things and fled through the woods with what the two could carry. Despite only being two at the time, the puffy-looking little Puer was more than capable of carrying as much as his sickly and weak mother could. After hours of fleeing and calling for help, they found their way into Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Many were horrified to look at them, unsure which was more horrible to look at. The sickly, thin and unkempt African American woman covered in blood, or the clearly demonic child that looked more demon than human. 

After living in a halfway house for a couple of years to get situated, the two, much healthier than they once were, moved to North Carolina in an attempt to make some distance from a place that held so many gruesome memories to them. Puer, scarred and unsettling as he was, had a very hard time being accepted in society. His mother, as much as it pained her to look at a child that resembled the person she hated so much, was the only one to treat him like he had any human blood in him at all. He struggled to even get into a school, and struggled even further to find any reason to go each day. With such hatred against demons, he was abused, mistreated and generally vilified in any way possible by nearly everyone. Though he understood why, and developed a self-depreciating view as a result, he too grew to hate humans for their actions against him. He began to fight back, and as he got older he became more and more capable. By the age of 10 he was a solid foot taller than any other student, and his chubby shape had ironed out into one more fit for violence. He struggled to stay in school still, though this was more because of how often he got suspended for fighting others, even when he didn't start the fight. Though he still passed most years, he often was forced out of the school before the next year, forcing he and his mother to move yet again so he could go to school elsewhere. It was not until his senior year that he finally failed a grade, that particular school refusing to be the one associated with the graduation of a "violent, delinquent, unlovable demon" that would tarnish their record as a school, as the principal put it. Now finding their way to Pisgah, Puer plans to just be quiet and lay as low as his massive frame allows him until he can graduate. His mother would never forgive him if he gave up because of one set-back, and he wouldn't let such hateful people win over him. If his father couldn't break him, no one would. 

Powers: Incredible raw physical ability, cruel and torturous magics typically involving fire or conjured metal tools, the ability to both feel the emotions of those he looks at and sustain himself via their fear.

Embarrassed About: How often he accidentally scares people, the fact that he's a half demon, who his father is, how often he has to file down his finger tips to avoid hurting people, his fingers tearing his clothes if he grabs them to adjust them at all, his teeth being yellowed, his lack of time or ability to properly cut his hair without making it look worse, the fact that he resembles his father far more than his mother, the way he came about, how large he always is compared to everyone else, how often he hits his head on doors and has to play it off, how hard it is to use pencils or sit in chairs in most places without breaking something, the way his voice sounds, and his name.
Clique: None, but he'd probably fit in with outcasts if anyone would accept him.
Extra: He'd love to have friends for quite literally once in his life, but he has accepted at this point no one wants to associate with him, and thus has put up an emotional barrier between him and anyone that tries to be friendly with him. He doesn't want people to be nice to him on the assumption he'd bully them if they didn't. 

Mickey left her tennis shoes on the porch as she stepped inside from her early morning jog. The sun was just gracing the horizon as the clock read 7:30 am on a Sunday, the day before the start of public school. She stood in the entranceway for a moment, stretching her muscles back out as she observed the quiet house. Seventeen years since leaving Pisgah, and she wasn’t sure if they’d ever come back, but here they were. Luckily Mac’s father had enough room to accommodate all of them. She sighed, twisting once, twice, and then headed to the kitchen to get breakfast started.

Allie had stayed up far too late playing video games, and as such as still out cold in her bed, despite her alarm going off quietly across her room.

Garret was up already, having had to take Lily in for a last-minute trumpet practice, as well as running through some lesson plans with his fellow 10th grade history teacher. He sat drowsily at his desk, watching the steam rise from his coffee as he waited for bright and bubbly Ms. Howard to arrive.

Lily blazed through her scales on her trumpet while the others warmed up similarly. Usually, there were no band practices on Sunday, but the trumpet section was large this year and the captain had decided they’d squeeze in extra practice wherever they can. He’d said that upperclassmen and people who had passed their memorization tests need not come, but Lily came anyways. It was only for a few hours, and then she was considering suggesting the cousins, aunts, and uncles all go bowling or roller skating instead of some stuff family dinner.

Kara leaned on her windowsill, hanging out her open window as she watched the light mingle with the leaves on the trees. The incense sitting beside her wafted around and mixed with the scent of the blunt hanging loosely between her fingers. She’d been delighted to hear both her father and sister head out this morning, and took the chance to get properly high before heading into work today. Her last day full time at the gas station, before switching to only weekends at her father’s insist.

(Yeah she said in chat before we were just waiting on scott, so you're good. Its Sunday, so no, no school.)
(I'll post when I have time.)

Mac, who preferred to do his jog after breakfast, was getting up and dressed enough to walk around the house. He was glad their move in recently went smoothly, he just hoped the kids could adapt quickly.

Seth was still asleep, as it wasn't uncommon for him to sleep until 8 or 9 AM despite going to bed around 9 or 10, sometimes even as early as 8.

Travis was also still asleep, though he didn't have an alarm set for anything.

"Of... course, sir. Apologies." Puer's low and slow voice, grinding like stone echoed out in the grocery store. He turned and left, his face only looking more aggressive as he felt frustration from yet another place telling him they weren't hiring. Maybe it was just bad timing, maybe he'd have a better chance once all the other teenagers quit their jobs for the school year. Still, he'd take anything at this point. He just wanted to help provide, but even places with "help wanted" signs told him they were no longer hiring. The frustration was unending, and he could feel it. He felt their fear, their apprehension, their hatred.

(Pisgah is east coast, Mickey and Mac were living out west in Utah)

(also just a quick aside, the cousins have all met before. Mickey and Mac would visit every few years) 

Kara took one last hit before stifling the blunt, saving the other half for her break later as she wrapped it up and tossed it in her purse. She blew the smoke outside before grabbed her febreeze and holding it to spray for a good fifteen seconds. Coughing at the putrid scent of flowers, Kara waved her hand in front of her face and then pulled the window down, leaving it only cracked. She dunked the incense in the cloudy water on her bedside and walked to the mirror to check her makeup. Satisfied, she grabbed her purse and headed out, hopping on her longboard and heading for the Shell gas station on the corner.

Garret had nearly dozed off when Ms. Lexie Howard bustled into the room with a cheerful hello followed by the thunk of a bag of donuts hitting the desk. Garret startled awake before sighing. "Hello Leslie, how're you?" he asked, yawning as he squinted at his coffee. A fly swam lazily in circles as it slowly drowned in his coffee, and he sighed, setting it aside.

"Just great Garret! Excited for a new schoolyear, and having your Lily in my class! How about yourself?" she asked, sitting down and pulling out a massive binder. Garret wanted to roll his eyes. "Just ready to get started, Lex."

Thirty minutes had passed since the meeting was supposed to start, but no one had yet to show up. Lily set her trumpet down, looking around the empty and now silent band room. Where were they?

Allie finally caught onto her alarm as the sounds of her parents up and about mingled with it, and she groggily woke. She flailed her arm out, searching for her phone as the alarm continued to go off incessantly.

Mickey worked quietly as she threw the english muffins in the oven to cook, starting on eggs and sausage next. A pot of coffee brewed on the counter, filling the kitchen with the scent of coffee. A podcast played quietly on her phone from beside the coffee pot. Today it was one on photography destinations in Asia.

Quinn asked breaking the silence. "So, you got my supplies right?"

"Right" was Mort's response. The silence still there as the looming walls of the prison began to cast a shadow of their approaching car.

Mort and Quinn got out of the car when Mort parked it and started to make there way towards the door. Mort said "Hi Joe"

"Ah, Mr. Mortum, Quinn, good to see you." stated this Joe guy. "I'm assuming you're here for Mrs. Mortum?"

"When are we not" Mort said with a slight laugh. Quinn with a slight frown though, as Joe started to ramble about all the security measures they gave to go through. It's a pain, but to see her mother...Quinn will put up with anything.

After going through said security measures, the father daughter demon team were lead by armed guard to the back, and led to a table with chairs set up ready and waiting for them.

There was a brief silence as the door slowly opened as it took every fiber of Mort and Quinn's being to not run up and hug the approaching rattling chains. Slowly but surely...there she was. Depta...Mort's wife...Quinn's mother.

Depta was lead towards a seat in front of her. A guard stated "Remember, you have 3 hours of a conversation, you are monitored at all times, and any sort of violent acts will not be tolerated"

Depta sighed "I know Frank, you go through this every time"

"I know, but it's required, Mrs. Mortum. It's me reading these statements that allow you to not have to be shackled in this room" Frank stated as he undid the shackles. "Or lose Conjugal visitation rights."

Depta nodded "I know, I understand, thank you Frank"

Frank started to walk back a bit and let the family be alone, and the first thing Quinn did was hug her mom. Depta paused a bit but hugged her back. "You're getting bigger. It's only been a month, and you're growing so much still" She looked at her back "Where'd you get tattoos?" looking at Mort in confusion. Mort always said he wanted Quinn getting tattoos to be a reward for good behavior...and well...

Mort explained for a still in the moment Quinn, "Kara did it. She's lucky she didn't get anything from that" was Mort's comment about the whole thing.

Quinn broke the hug and said "Can't you just hug mom?!" really not in the mood to be read the riot act right now.

Mort sighed and stood up gently hugging Depta, and giving her a little bit of a kiss. The two eventually sat across from Depta as Mort asked "How are things?"

"They're going how they've been going." Depta stated "My Cellmate got released so...I'm kind of by myself now." She sighed "Been stuck on laundry duty for the past few days. Oh, and someone tried to escape, but that didn't go so well for them."

She chuckled "That same someone asked me to help, but all of what I have is because of the good faith I earned in the war, so...I don't want to lose that"

Quinn looked away as Depta said that as Mort decided to keep on the conversation. "So, a bit of a status update, Mickey and Mac are moving back to Pisgah, they're staying at Mac's father's place"

"No fooling?" Depta said kind of surprised. "I thought Mickey hated it here...to many bad memories"

"It's not my business to know why" Mort commented "Though it does mean Quinn here will be seeing her cousins more...all of them"

Quinn said "We're all going to the same high school" She then paused and looked away as she saw a cut on Depta's arm as Depta paused seeing that reaction.

Depta sighed "Quinn, it was a scrape I got from not watching where I'm going. No one's hurting me here" trying to reassure her as Mort looked at Quinn noticing the sudden shift in conversation quickly.

"It's not fair." Quinn said letting her feelings known loud and clear. "You provide so many weak points, battle against what used to be your friends, provided a day where people felt happy, and even having me...all of that...and you're still here. I don't get it. Why do you deserve this?"

Depta sighed "Because that one bad thing I did was really bad. I remember that day well, even after I helped out in taking down my..." She cringed a bit "ex..." as Quinn felt bad quickly making her mother remember that. "Mac still wanted to kill me. If it wasn't for your father I would be dead. It took a lot to get Mac to finally be okay with me, and even your father didn't trust me right away. The reality of the situation is...actions have consequences. It may not seem fair but it's just how it is.

Besides it's not like I didn't get any perks from my good deeds"

Quinn looked at her confused as Depta stated "Usually prisoners have to be chained, even if they are talking to family. I don't when it comes to you guys. They let me send letters. They usually just let me sit and read in the yard so I can have my peace. I'm still a prisoner, don't get me wrong, but it could be so much worse"

Quinn sighed "I just...I just want you for a day just...a day hanging out with us like a normal family? Is that so wrong?"

Depta responded with a simple "No it's not, but it's just not going to happen. I don't like it either, but I've made peace with it." She looked at Mort looking away. "Your father has too..."

Quinn looked at her dad as she got very quiet suddenly. There were some stray tears falling a bit from him, Quinn feeling his pain...the same pain that she herself felt all the time. How much of this is her father burying?

(Equi, you okay with Depta's memory of what happened?)

(Which at that point I don’t think could’ve been anyone but Mickey)

Mickey kissed him back briefly. “You can interrupt everything, you know that,” she said, turning back to cooking. “What’s on the agenda today? Anything in particular?”

Kara caught sight of someone walking ahead of her on the sidewalk, and she dipped onto the road to avoid any risk of collision. As she road by, she glanced at the man curiously, having never seen him before, or even a half-demon like him. She spared him a glance a second longer, intrigued, but soon turned back forward to concentrate on riding. As she neared her right turn, she hopped the curb back onto the sidewalk and turned onto the main road, heading for the gas station ahead.

Garret and Lexie planned for a bit, getting through a quarter of the curriculum before there was a knock at the door and a distraught looking Lily poked her head in. Garret’s demeanor shifted immediately, as he stood. “What’s wrong Lily?” He asked.

“H-Hi Ms. Howard,” Lily said, stepping in. She had her phone clutched tightly in her hand, as a flower popped up in her hair. “I uh, think it was a prank...practice,” she said, looking down at the ground.

Quinn went to say something but Mort said "So Quinn isn't the only one whose been acting up"

Depta smiled at the sudden shift as Quinn frowned a little but understood why. "Oh? Do tell?"

(Okay pick one)

(1)

"Garrett called me, he asked if Quinn provided Kara with weed." Mort stated matter of factly.

"Dad! We're kind of being watched" said a now worried Quinn.

"Everything said here is confidential." Depta stated "Besides, with all the real big time criminals after the war, I think a teenager smoking pot is the least of their problems." Depta asked "By the way...did you?"

"Mom! Don't be stupid. You know i don't do drugs, Dad would have known and would have banned me from seeing you as punishment" Quinn stated knowing her father.

Mort sighed "She was so young when she lost Raven, a lot of us miss her" Depta looked away knowing she missed Raven's funeral, showing that the effects of incarceration did happen to her, even if she didn't show it. "Kara's taking it kind of hard, poor Lily is suffering back drop from it."

(2)

"Quinn told me Kara's been smoking pot" Mort said matter of factly, which caused Quinn to glare at him. "Sweetie, you know things said here are strictly confidential, besides with some of the criminals around lately... I think a teenager smoking pot is the least of their worries"

Depta sighed "So Kara's been taking it hard?"

"Yeah" stated Mort "We all miss Raven, but Kara's basically went her whole life without knowing her mom. I'm starting to get worried about her, I tease Quinn for her behavior but I was a little troublemaker when I was her age" Quinn looked at him with a smirk.

"But Kara's path has been really destructive, I think Garrett really should talk with her, but he's so in grief that he can't" as Mort put out his opinion.

"Morning Allie. Sleep well?" Mac asked. Seeing her like that made him glad he only needed 4 hours of sleep thanks to his biology.

Puer looked ahead, seeing a clothing store of some kind. Maybe he could try there.