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[halfbloodhillmods]

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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[wordtechgodhood]

[Dave, when you put him in a suit, actually cleans up pretty well. He even seems comfortable in those clothes as he leans against the edge of a table and taps his fingers against it.

It looks as if he's got his own beat going, utterly independent of any music, and he's idly nodding his head along to it as he watches the other campers.]

[ospreyed]

[Eponine sidles up to Dave and hip bumps him.] Hey there, date-thing. [She gives him a quick wink.] Thanks for clearing outta the cabin so I could get dressed.

You look... surprisingly decent.

[wordtechgodhood]

Hey there. [He still can't believe he asked Eponine to be his date for this thing, but he looks her up and down anyway.]

You're welcome, I guess. You don't look so bad yourself.

[ospreyed]

What, this old thing? [She tosses her curled hair behind her shoulder.] I just pulled it out of storage and had it dusted off.

You do realize that sunglasses at night is probably the douchiest thing you can do without wearing Ed Hardy, right?

[wordtechgodhood]

I think you're mistakin' me for someone who gives a fuck.

[He just raises one eyebrow at her, idly leaning his weight back against the table behind him.]

Wanna dance?

[ospreyed]

Oh, oops.

[Dave, you try so hard to look cool. It's almost endearing.

At his question, she looks around, before pointing at her chest, then at him.] With you?

[wordtechgodhood]

No, with Mr. D. Of course with me.

[Epiny that's rude he is cool and you know it.

Sooooo cooooooool.]

[ospreyed]

I was gonna say, don't think Mr. D's really down with dancing with his favorite delinquent.

[She'd ask though. For shits and giggles. But right now, her date-thing wanted to dance.]

I guess. [She gives him a wink before holding out her hand for him to take to whisk her to the dance floor.]

[wordtechgodhood]

[He smirks in response, taking her hand and leading her to a clear spot on the dancefloor. Dave was a half-decent dancer, when he wasn't deliberately overdoing it.

He spins her out then back to him, flashing a glance over the tops of his shades.]

At least you're his favourite.

[serenesuccessor]

Daaaaave?

[Naomi stops midstep, almost not recognizing him. Meaning the natural reaction is to stare, right? Right.

At least until she notices something.]

Dave! You can't wear sunglasses at night!

[wordtechgodhood]

Sure I can! Ain't you heard the song?

[He smirks at her, sliding his shades down a fraction to peer at her over the tops of them.]

Nice dress.

[serenesuccessor]

What song?

[She's wondering whether she can snatch the sunglasses from him. Probably not. Naomi is convinced he's secretly a ninja.

The compliment makes her smile, twirling in it.]

Thanks! You look really cool in your suit, like a secret agent!

[wordtechgodhood]

... Never mind.

[Sometimes he wonders if Naomi lived her life under a rock, but then what would any normal thirteen year old know about music from the early eighties?

Also, Dave is definitely a ninja. He looks down at himself and brushes one hand over the front of his jacket.]

But ssh, you'll blow my cover.

[serenesuccessor]

[She gives a little gasp, covering her mouth with her hand.

Then she grins and pretends to zip her lips, locking them and tossing the key away.]

Secrets safe with me!

But where's your partner? Secret agents always gotta have a partner!

[wordtechgodhood]

I can't tell you who my partner is, Naomi, don't you know how this works?

[Gasp, he'd be giving them away! How could you even ask such a thing of him.]

I shouldn't even be talking about this, it could put the whole mission in jeopardy.

[serenesuccessor]

How d'you know 'm not your ummm...

[What was the word?]

Person who gives you letters that go 'kaboom'?

[wordtechgodhood]

My informant?

[Oh god this is just adorable.]

Do you have any self-destructing letters?

[wokethedragon]

[Even Dany will admit that Dave picked a suit that...well, suited him. He's really working it, down to the bow-tie. She shouldn't be surprised that he's wearing his sunglasses at night, but she is.

She taps him on the shoulder, waiting for him to turn before she speaks.]

I understand it's not customary for a girl to ask a boy to dance, but please allow me to break tradition, Dave.

[wordtechgodhood]

[Heck, if he couldn't work it he wouldn't wear it, and it had been a choice between a black or a red suit jacket (black had been chosen because red felt too garish in the end).

The tap is unexpected, and he turns quickly, both eyebrows shooting up at the request.]

H.. heh, sure, why not. I still get to lead, right?

[wokethedragon]

This time, you may.

[Though Dany's preparing herself for leadership roles in any other situation - for her dragons, to show Leo she is strong, to lead a quest - this is always something she will always follow for. She actually enjoys following, as far as dancing with a partner goes.]

Shall we?

[She holds her hand out to Dave.]

[wordtechgodhood]

Sure. [He was just winging it, really, but the often confusing ability that his father had passed down did, at least, give him some certainty that there wasn't anything bad to come out of this.

Taking her hand, he leads her onto the dance floor.]

You got a favourite song, Dany?

[wokethedragon]

I do, actually, but you'll probably not know it by name.

[When she needs to relax or focus in the forges, Dany plays CDs of film scores on the speakers in the workshop. She doesn't know if it bothers Leo or Ferb, but it certainly helps her to concentrate. She hums the song as they dance - it clashes with the club music playing, but she doesn't care much.]

Do you recognize it?

[wordtechgodhood]

[He has to listen hard to distinguish the soft humming from the beat of the club music, even pausing in dancing to lean closer to her so he can hear.

It takes a moment, then his eyes widen faintly and he lets out a little huffing laugh through his nose.]

Shit.. is that from the Lord of the Rings movies?

[wokethedragon]

That it is.

[She nods, giving Dave a knowing smile.]

It's played over many scenes of the hobbits. What is your favorite song, Dave?

[wordtechgodhood]

Mine?

[He blinks, as if no one's ever asked him that question before.]

I don't have a favourite.