"We tried to leave!" Trinity cried out. "It wouldn't let us!" Ebony wailed. They looked miserable and somehow were covered in dirt and lawn clippings.
                              
"Got punted did you? Well that'll learn you." Gideon smiled a demented little grin and both girls sullenly settled onto the couch, air of annoyed condenscention hovering around them like a particularily unpleasant perfume.
                              
Gideon's prediction was mostly right; the last pair arrived together, with a Councillor escort. A smug looking golem winked at Gideon as he dropped off her errant intake members. "Thanks tinman." she called out to him.
                              
"No problem nightmare." Xavier retorted, making Gideon frown at him. 'Oh, and you were completely right. Hope you have fun on your project!" the golem waved good bye to her, smiling kindly at Gideon's intake.
                              
"Ok intake five, take a seat." Gideon instructed her kids. Everyone was looking at the two girls on the couch that were covered in evidence of hitting the literal dirt, but trying not to get caught staring. Gideon just kept the dementedly amused smile on her face.
                              
"Alright, a couple of you have already discovered this, but here's a few things you all should know."  Gideon relaxed as she once more dusted off her repetoire of intro speeches to give the kiddles. "There is no leaving the grounds of Camp Darkness. My leaving you in the mess and meet to find your own way back here wasn't to show you we work on the honour system. You have to earn that. Tell them Bloodmoon." she directed the vampire.
                              
Ebony frowned at her, face pouty and petulant. Gideon knew the girl was trying to rebel against the stereotypes held to the blood vampires of the world thanks to Hollywood, but acting like a living Bratz doll wasn't going to make her anymore likable. "We tried to take a walk and suddenly I found myself being dumped out on the lawn out front." her voice was sullen. She looked like any other bratty fifteen year old except for the fangs peeking out when she sneered.
                              
"It's call the Punt. When your guardians signed you over to our care, it went into effect. You can't run away. You can't teleport out.... there's not a single evil genius thing you can do to weasle out of here." Gideon warned. Every single one of them would test it at least once this summer, even with this warning, but at least this way they knew to expect to be bowled over onto their asses.
                              
"So while we're being held prisoners here, what do you expect us to do? We can't even watch the f*cking tv." Virgil drawled from the couch, seeming to enjoy rabble rousing from the outskirts.
                              
"Well, you heard the Doctor, so you all know that in the afternoons you're all mine. I'll be teaching you guys some handy survival skills, and once in a while I'll pull one of you away and we'll go have a little chat about things. Whatever you say then will be confidential, though I do encourage you all to start treating each other as allies and confidants." Gideon watched them all look at her with disbelief and incredulity.
                              
"Like that's going to happen." the incubus muttered just loud enough to be overheard.
                              
"It's going to be a long six weeks if you never speak to anyone." Gideon pointed out, not arguing with him.
                              
"What and I'm supposed to hold your hand and bare my soul?" Luc sounded unimpressed at the concept.
                              
"Some of us know we need to be here." the necromancer pointed out to his intake mate.
                              
"All who wanted to be here raise your hands." Virgil suddenly called out, the authority in his voice making the rest automatically obey him. Ankou raised his hand and after a moment's hesitation, Luna did the same. "And all who were dragged, dumped or otherwise foisted off on this place raise yours." Everyone else in the room raised theirs. Gideon just sat quietly and watched. She could feel him purposefully start to twist the rest of the groups' emotions, wanting to cause problems without getting in trouble. Can't have that. Time to show them the difference between Dr. Jeckyl and Ms. Run and Hide. 
                              
"Stop manipulating their emotions princess." Gideon stated out loud, making Virgil jerk a stone cold glare in her direction.
                              
"I wasn't hurting them, I was just having a little fun." the empath smirked.
                              
"Why kill them with kindness when you can use an axe?" Gideon mocked softly.
                              
"You can't spell man slaughter without laughter." Virgil countered.
                              
"You're ass is in my possession because of stunts like that. Do you really think you're not too pretty to become Shakey Rob's bitch?" Gideon stated flatly, making the convict blink.
                              
"Today's a pretty rough day on you guys, I get that. You're having a lot of things thrown at you and not a lot of time to react to it all. We've basically stuck you in a pressure cooker with some nitro glicerin and an unpinned hand grenade. No matter what you do, it's going to be loud and messy." Gideon tried to judge the emotional guage of the room.
                              
Kitten at her feet was already half-convinced, Gideon's honest anticipation of her ability seemed to spark an immediate affection and loyalty. She was still sitting next to Gideon, hunkered down to be physically lower than the Councillor. The necromancer wasn't doing all that much arguing for a guy who claimed he needed to be here. The vampire and the witch clearly wanted out and the incubus was just sullen. Gideon didn't need to be an empath to know that Virgil wasn't actually all that reluctant to be here despite his antagonizing behaviours. He just seemed to really enjoy being an ass.
                              
"Listen. I'm not going to ask much of you guys today, I'm cruel and sadistic but I like to save that for at least day three. I've got to go through all your bags and confiscate contraband. I'm gonna lock it all up and give it back to you at the end of your prison terms, deal?" Gideon offered. Most Councillors just pitched it, figuring it was easier than trying to deal with the kids dumbass plots to steal said prohibited items back. And depending on what it is sometimes it gets 'donated' to the Councillors own amusements. But that was only the fireworks and alcohol. Everyone in her intake nodded, faces not all happy, but none of them murderous intent type stares. "I'll unlock the boob tube and let you guys start to get to know each other. Be respectful, these are your brothers and sisters. And please dear god try not to jump to immediate intake-cest."
                              
Gideon swiped the remote out of Virgil's hand, hide the keypad and typed in her code, unlocking it. The last thing she'd watched on the tv popped back on and the group was exposed to the fact that Gideon had a rather unhealthy fascination with Mythbusters. "I'm going shopping in your bags, then I suggest you put everything way because I'm gonig to be making a mess anyways." she warned over her shoulder, walking into the dorms to bag search and pulling a pair of rubber gloves on.