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Entry tags:
- alcuin delauney [kushiel's legacy],
- apollo [pjo],
- charles miller [oc],
- courfeyrac [les miserables],
- dave strider [homestuck],
- dionysus [pjo],
- eponine thenardier [les miserables],
- heather o'toole [american idiot],
- hermione granger [harry potter],
- jean prouvaire [les miserables],
- john egbert [homestuck],
- johnny mason [american idiot],
- leo valdez [pjo],
- margot sullivan [oc],
- maya matlin [degrassi],
- naomi mikano [original character],
- natalie goodman [next to normal],
- sadie kane [the kane chronicles],
- ventus bradford [kingdom hearts]
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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.)
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.)
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She has no intention of dancing unless asked and is sitting off to the side, sulking a little]
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Though Naomi is smart enough not to go with her typical route of dragging Sadie to dance. Instead she comes over with a plate of cookies and punch for her.]
Here! There really good!
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[Sadie blinks a few times, stunned. Didn't expect this. She takes the cookies and punch]
Thank you. It's not spiked, is it?
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[It's her turn to blink.]
I think it's okay 'cause Mr. D's there!
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[She takes a sip of the drink]
Not here, apparently.
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[She'll have to be more careful!]
Thanks for letting me know 'bout that!
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She looks upset, though, and he sits down next to her, putting a hand on her arm.]
You okay? You look down.
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Second time I'm at a dance and second time my boyfriend isn't here to dance with me. To be fair, we weren't dating for the first one, but regardless.
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[He gives her a hopeful smile. He doesn't know her boyfriend, but he's a lucky guy, alright.]
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[She sighs. Stupid Walt and his stupid....stupidness]
Walt's...special. It's complicated. He very well might be the only one who doesn't show up because of it.
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Well...I can dance with you, if you want? I'm here with Allison, but she's really nice. I think she'd understand one dance.
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[Scott's a sweetheart. Sadie smiles a bit and absently fixes her hair (in a bun, with the blue streaks showing) before gesturing to the dance floor]
So, does that count as asking me to dance?
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[He nods to her, walking out to the dance floor.]
You change your hair color the regular way, or is there magic to do that, too?
[He doesn't know any of Trivia's kids - well, except Stiles, and Sadie's the only magician he knows. He's got all sorts of questions, since as far as he's concerned, magic can do anything.]
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Margot is making her rounds along the edges of the dance floor again, almost willing someone to ask her to dance so she doesn't have to go out and do it alone. Social situations suck by yourself, okay. Cut her some slack.
She spots Sadie and ambles over, eyebrow raised.]
Wow. Don't have so much fun over here, Egypt. You might make the rest of us jealous.
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[Seriously, this girl.]
And it's Sadie. I don't call you Athens or whatever.
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[Wow RUDE. Get your cities straight.]
That really sucks, though. Sorry, I guess.
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[She just nods at the "sorry". What else can she say?]
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[Shrugs. Way to go over thinking insults there.]
But yeah. Athens is.
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Who's your parent?
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If I said "cheer up", would you listen to me?
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Probably.
[Truth be told...Sadie still doesn't know a lot of the kids here or what to make of them. Not going to say that, of course, but]
He'd probably give me a look and drag me out onto the dance floor if I didn't drag him to the food first.
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When was the last time you saw him?
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[Yep. Still bitter about that]
After that, Walt told me he'd try and meet me here but no promises--which is to be expected with him, honestly, I'd've been surprised if there wasn't something he needed to take care of first--and if it weren't for this stupid dance I probably wouldn't be so annoyed by it all.
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