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Who: Everyone at camp.
What: Apollo's sacred day.
Where: The ampitheater.
When: August 7, 8:30 PM.
Why: Apollo's at camp today, and as the god of music, he's holding a dance.



It was decided at the meeting of the summer gods, the Summer Solstice, but it took Apollo physically coming to the Big House and scolding Mr. D for being lazy and not putting up any fliers to actually get the god of wine to do it, a week in advance.

Apollo prides himself on being the god of just about everything - though Mr. D would say, out of the cocky god's earshot, that he's the god of everything nobody else wanted to be the god of. Because of this, he's always had a self-assured attitude which is sometimes hard to deal with.

Because of this, when he decided he was going to throw a dance for the demigods towards the end of the summer as a reward for accepting children of other pantheons into their Greek camp so well, most of the other gods decided to just let him have it rather than argue. (Considering that Hera and Zeus had gotten into three separate spats since the Solstice began, they'd all had enough godly screaming for one meeting.)

So at about 8:30 on the nose - since he's used to following a tight schedule on the sun chariot and he's excited about this, he'll be on time - a flaming, bright red Maserati drives up to the ampitheater. Apollo doesn't even have to lift a finger for the trunk to open, and speakers as well as state of the art DJ equipment rise up onto a platform. He waves his hand, and club music with a thumping bassline starts playing.

(Never say that Apollo doesn't like to make an entrance.)

Requests will be taken all night by Apollo, who will be manning the dj booth as well as making up freestyle haikus. He's one of the more amicable gods, especially to his kids, which he's hosted more of at Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter combined than any other god. He's charming and younger looking than most gods, with a cocky smile and sandy hair.
If you're a pretty girl, he might hit on you.

(Apologies in advance. He'd say old habits die hard because he's right. Sorry, Hunters of Artemis.)

Comments

[toobitter]

[Reyna hadn't intended on showing up... But as with most things nowadays, she figured it was better to show her support for the Greek Camp by participating in things that she normally wouldn't bother with. Heather had down a wonderful job at dressing her, even if it did make her feel awkward and like that whole Venus daughter thing was still going on.

Still, Reyna showed up and stood off to the side, sipping a drink and watching everyone else make fools out of themselves.]

[angeliaforos]

[Gabriel's not surprised that Reyna hasn't come out to the floor once that night. In fact, he actually expected it. But despite everything, even though it doesn't seem like Reyna trusts him (he doesn't blame her), he considers her a friend, and he strides right up to her, shrugging.]

So what's it going to take for me to get one dance with a Praetor?

[toobitter]

[Reyna had been off in her own world when Gabriel approached her, her mind on Jason and whether he was going to even want to be around her... Or if the moment they shared when under Venus' charms would be enough to get him to avoid her. They'd managed to stay professional for the training sessions, but Reyna still flushed every time she looked at him...

And tended to get lost in her thoughts a little more often now. Turning a careful gaze on Gabe, she chanced a small smile.]

How about asking her properly, for one?

[angeliaforos]

[Hell yeah, he's gotten her to smile. It's his goal to one day make Reyna laugh - and not even an 'I feel embarrassed on your behalf' laugh - a real one.]

That I can do.

[He holds out his hand to Reyna, giving her a genuine smile of his own.]

Praetor Reyna, may I have this dance?

[notthatjason]

[Jason would have shown up without all the talks from Ven and Heather and others, but those had certainly help. He certainly wouldn't have had the right outfit without the help of Venus's children.

He'd been wandering around when he happened upon Reyna and came to a stop. He had to wonder, briefly, if he was under the influence of that Aphrodite spell again or if Reyna was still being blessed by Venus. But, no, this was Reyna as the natural Bellona daughter that she was.]

Hey Reyna. How much fun did Heather have dressing you?

[toobitter]

[Reyna was humming to herself, tapping her foot a little, when Jason approached. Her dogs were off at the edge of the area, with little bow ties on, just resting in case she called for them.

She turned to him and nearly froze, but smiled slightly regardless.]

I don't think I've seen her so happy in a long time. Who helped you?

[Because she might be noticing the coordinating colors and have her guess.]

[notthatjason]

[Jason, being both oblivious and a guy, doesn't seem to put together that their colors are coordinating in the least. He looks down at his suit all the same and tugs slightly at the tie, something that is turning into a habit.]

Heather, too.

I think I would have preferred a toga.

[Was it bad that THAT was what he considered "formal" wear? Probably. But he'd been in New Rome too long.]

[worldabouttodawn]

[Enjolras is actually a bit surprised to see Reyna at the dance, though he's not exactly sure why.

He walks over to her, offering a small smile.]

I'm going to guess Heather got you.

[toobitter]

[Because she's a stick in the mud? Seeing Enjolras, she gives him a small smile and nod, hiding her laugh at his guess.]

You would be correct... It was like seeing a child on Christmas when I requested that she help me.

[worldabouttodawn]

[If she's a stick in the mud what does that make him?]

That sounds both entertaining and a little frightening.

[masterofmystery]

[Ron Weasley wasn't really good at dances. Actually, he tended to avoid them at all costs. That had sort of been his plan before he opened his big mouth and completely ruined things. Because really he was stupid and this was going to fail miserably.]

[Which is why when he's not around Hermione he probably looks like he wants to escape and trying to figure out the best way without getting noticed. Or beat upside the head. And by middle of the night looks like he's accepted his fate because there's no way to without getting hit. His best friend likes to do that--

So for the most part he's just sitting somewhere out of the way of others ... Or at the food table, where he's probably giving Percy a run for his money.]

[wokethedragon]

[The amount of food that this boy's consumed at the dance is completely astounding - even on a good day, she's not seen Leo or Percy practically inhale so much. Dany's been treating herself to some caramel corn, and she can't help but envy someone who's able to put away so much. She remembers being that way as a child, at the house with the red door, before so much changed, but not anymore.]

Have you an extra stomach to fit all that in, ser?

[Even when she asks such a forward question, she can't help but try to be polite.]

[masterofmystery]

[It helps that it's a coping mechanism of what did you just do, but really Ron Weasley was better known for being able to eat a lot. It helped that Molly had practically forced him to eat seven helpings when he first arrived at their home (something about being too skinny or some such). It wasn't something he really thought about even when he was yelled at.

So when he heard someone speak he blinked and paused mid bite. It took a minute to register Dany was talking to her but he shrugged.]

It's Ron. [A beat.] No. I just know how to eat, I suppose. Tend to burn it off rather fast around here and all.

[angeliaforos]

[So half the music on Apollo's playlist tonight? Gabriel's requests. Seriously, if he has to hear the god play a remix of that damn cup song one more time, he's going to go ballistic.

So he's waiting by the sun chariot, dressed, y'know, vaguely well for once. He'd say he cleans up pretty damn well, but he's as much of a cocky bastard as Apollo himself.

He's waiting for the opportune moment to take control of the booth. Come on, Apollo. Go talk to Frenchie or Dionysus or something, please.

[serenesuccessor]

What'cha doing?

[Naomi sneaks up besides Gabe, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy.]

[angeliaforos]

Oh, y'know.

[He points discreetly to the god at the DJ booth, then looks back to Naomi.]

Watching. Waiting. ...mostly waiting.

[usernameallison]

[All Scott's going to say about the way he's dressed is thank the gods - above, below, in the ocean, wherever - for Heather O'Toole. He is her creation tonight, and if anybody compliments him he'll have the tendency to backpedal and say 'Thanks, but you really should give credit to Heather', or something like that.

He's glad she didn't have a tie for him, though. He'd never gotten good at tying them, and neither was his mom, unfortunately. Even if she was a child of Venus, Scott would be surprised and impressed if she could do it without making the knot look too big or having the short end hang down longer than the wide end like he did.

He's come with Allison to the dance, but he's a good-natured guy and has been mingling all night with the kids he's already made friends with at camp, a can of Coke in hand. He even left his lacrosse stick in the Nike cabin, for once.]

[wokethedragon]

[After the rather bizarre effects the last festival had on the camp, Daenerys can't help but be glad that thus far, the dance that Apollo is holding is so far going smoothly, without any divine intervention besides the music the god's playing. She can't agree that it's her favorite type, but she's happy to be here among friends, nonetheless. Many of the summer campers will be going home soon, and this will be one of their last chances to spend time together before the session ends.

...now that she thinks about it, she's not sure if Leo is a summer camper or not. She'd be so upset to have to say goodbye to her new brother.

She's come down to the dance at 8:30 on the nose dressed in a white gown, her head held high.]

[commandertoolbelt]

Dany!

[ Leo spots his sister from the snack table, and he doesn't hesitate coming over to say hi since he hasn't seen her for a few hours. That whole getting ready for the dance thing, and Cabin Ten's obsession with getting everything just perfect, and he had no doubt they'd be extremely upset if they saw his hair messed up again. Nutjobs. Still, a smile comes easy for Dany. ]

You look good!

[wokethedragon]

Good evening, Leo.

[She gives her brother a warm smile, meeting him halfway between the entrance to the ampitheater and the snack table. She makes a mental note to stop there at some point during the night. If the refreshments at the end-of-summer fireworks are anything to go by, then these will be absolutely divine.]

You look quite handsome yourself. Have you come with a partner?

[fivefootfierce]

[Karrin felt like she'd been pulled through some strange, make-up/dress magic machine. She felt strange and...pretty. She wouldn't necessarily admit it, but she kind of liked it.

The dress was nice and while they had curled her hair a bit, they hadn't overdone it with that or the makeup they'd put on her. She'd been worried about that, but the Aphrodite cabin apparently knew what they were doing and knew that not everything had to be pink and glitterbombed.

Maybe she could have some fun after all. If someone looked closely they would see silver wing hair clips in her hair, sort of celebrating her Valkyrie side.]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[It might seem a bit strange for a Son of Venus not to be out on the dance floor, but there Zane was roaming the outer edges of the ampitheatre.

He slips his hands into the pockets of his blazer, muttering something under his breath.

It's almost like he's waiting for something... Or someone.

That or he's really a lousy dancer and afraid to reveal that to the camp. Either or.]

[shylyintrepid]

Zane!

[Jehan spots the Venus boy and hurries over, concerned]

You're not dancing?

[honey_silk_tongue]

[The sudden, concerned, shout makes Zane jump. He turns around, eyes wide.

The surprised, almost panicked, expression fades when he sees it's just Jehan. Then he smiles.]

No, no I am not. [A laugh.] Not feelin' the music.

[nurturingviolet]

[Those snack tables don't refill themselves. There's no rest for the nymphs and Maria can't help but sigh as she carries another tray of cookies out.

Okay, who keeps eating these things?]