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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.)

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[Wow, he had no idea that Ven was a dancer. That was actually kind of cool. John doesn't spend very much time (try none) on the dance floor, but he can't help gravitating towards one of the few people he's come relatively close to. You know, being family and all.]

[It was kind of hard to believe the summer was just about over.]

Wow, you're a complete maniac out there.

[He can also sing, but that one he shows off much less often. Not that he goes out of his way to dance, but dancing can be done in groups, and singing is usually a solo activity. Hence doing it much less often. But he'll turn when he hears John behind him, with a casual grin on his face and a cup of water in his hand during one of his breaks from the floor.]

It's a lot of fun - I haven't seen you out there, you're not gonna try it?

[One of these days they will have to get together and be musical. John can play a mean piano.]

Hahaha, yeah, no. I would make dance-floor disaster in no time flat. No one needs to see that.

[Maybe they aren't Apollo kids, but they could be entertaining!]

[But unlike a lot of other people, Ven won't push John into trying something he's uncomfortable with doing, especially since this isn't training.] Okay, if you say so. Want to get something to eat?

Now you're talking, hehehe.

[Snacks are always a good idea, and okay, even with Mr. D. guarding the table, nothing was going to deter him.]

So, uh. Are you ...staying year round?

[Mr. D was kind of annoying, yeah, but if you just sort of stayed under his radar it was pretty easy to avoid him. He seemed to like going out of his way to cause trouble to the campers easily riled, so Ven just didn't let it get to him. A sandwich is grabbed and he moves away from the table fairly quickly to not spoil that track record.]

I have to, I don't really have anywhere to go back to if I don't. I'm MIA in whatever records Oregon's keeping, after all, and Mom can't really take care of me. Not to mention the monsters.

[Despite what he's saying, he's not angsting about it at all. His first decade of life was unpleasant, but since arriving at camp, things have been much better.]

I haven't heard of anyone being a "summer camper" at Camp Jupiter; we had New Rome in the valley, so we didn't need to leave it for school or anything.

[John had a feeling he was becoming One Of Those Campers, what with all his visits to the Big House. He mostly dealt with Chiron, but ngh, he did his best to stay out of Mr. D's way in case he was on the guys shitlist for being a pain in the ass.]

[He nods to Ven's explanation but doesn't comment on it. Not exactly a pleasant subject to stay on.]

Oh, right. I'd forgotten about the New Rome thing. It's kind of hard to believe the summer is already almost over. I kind of feel like I just got here, you know?

[Chiron was actually pretty great. Not that Ven had a lot of contact with him, but the centaur reminded him of the teacher that had helped save his life when he was six, when the first monster attacked. At the very least, Chiron cared about the campers; it was pretty obvious to everyone that Mr. D didn't.]

Yeah, but you'll be back - I think I heard someone say that a lot of people come back here for school holidays and stuff, too, at least if they live anywhere close by. Maybe you can come back for semester break or something.