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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

[lastplaceigo]

[Dancing and fighting are on par with each other so far as Margot is concerned and she's decent at both. The one part that gets her is the looking nice and not like a tiny, thrift store hobo. Her dress would probably look a lot better if she hadn't paired it with scuffed cowboy boots and an old belt with her celestial bronze knuckles clipped to them. (Hey. No one said no weapons!)

At least the real miracle is in that she allowed Heather to do her make-up so that she actually looks like a girl for once and not a twelve-year-old boy. Say a word, though, and she'll probably punch you in the face. It's how she deals with compliments, deal with it.

Though outwardly she would tell anyone that dances are stupid, Margot is actually pretty excited to be here even if she is sticking to the sidelines. She bobs her head in time to the music, keeping an eye on any of the other Ares kids and making sure they don't cause any trouble (she takes this counselor thing very seriously.)]

[suburbias]

( Johnny's been dancing pretty much all night -- albeit kind of badly, but his enthusiasm for it has to count for something, right? It's when a slow song comes on that he decides he's ready for a much-needed break, as his date had been stolen from him for a bit by Naomi.

So, he wanders off the dance floor, parking himself next to Margot and taking a deep breath as he settles down. )

Yo. Hey. This is awesome, isn't it?

[lastplaceigo]

[And all of a sudden, she is not alone! Not that she minds; the night is a little boring being surly off in a corner somewhere with a cup of punch.]

Oh, yeah... It's pretty cool, I guess. I mean, I could do without the slow songs and stuff, but the rest of it is nice.

[suburbias]

I feel that. Not really my style, but whatever makes the couples happy, I guess. I'm more into the upbeat stuff.

( He folds his arms across his chest, watching the aforementioned slow-dancing couples indifferently. )

I think they should play more, like, rock music, though. Like, stuff you can headbang to.

[lastplaceigo]

[In contrast, Margot has a look of mild distaste planted firmly on her face. It's not that she hasn't wondered what it would be like to be one of those dancing couples -- because oh, she has -- but people touching all up on each other, bleh.]

Okay, now I can get behind rock music. That stuff is awesome. If the slow stuff goes on forever, I'm all for hitting up the DJ booth and putting in a request.

[suburbias]

( A grin spreads across Johnny's face at her agreement. )

Dude, seriously! I don't know what Apollo's like, but a little, I dunno, Fall Out Boy or Foo Fighters or something can't be too out of the question.

( Okay, it's settled. This girl is officially cool in his book. )

I'm Johnny.

[lastplaceigo]

Oh my god, I would kill for some Fall Out Boy right now. Or like, maybe a little MCR or something?

[They seem to be on the same page of who's cool and she holds out a hand for him to shake with a grin.]

Margot. Nice to meet you.

[suburbias]

Yeah, totally.

( He shakes her hand enthusiastically, grinning in return. )

You too. I say we go hit up Mr. DJ over there and then rock the heck out. Deal?

[lastplaceigo]

[She glances over at the DJ booth, grin getting bigger.]

Deal. I dunno how much more of this torture I can take anyway, so let's go.

[To the DJ!]

[suburbias]

( He can't help but laugh at that. Oh, the torture.

Johnny's quick to make his way over to the Maserati-turned-DJ booth, respectfully demanding that there be a more equal representation of music styles incorporated into this fine evening. ... except it's probably said a lot less eloquently than that, though he does bear in mind that he has to remain respectful because he does not want to piss of the freaking God of Music.

Thankfully, he succeeded. Johnny wears victory well. )

Yo, we should have some My Chemical Romance coming up soon. Although I was told that it has to be the, like... censored version since there's kids here and all that.

[lastplaceigo]

[Margot is quick to follow, standing behind him as intimidatingly as a five-foot-nothing kid can (though not too much so because yeah, pissing off a god is Not Cool) and nodding along with his explanation.

This is the sweetest victory and she's almost skipping away in excitement. Say nothing of it.]

Whatever, I'll take it. Good going there, though. I almost thought he was gonna say no for a second. [She means it sincerely and holds up a hand for a high-five.

As soon as the song starts playing, she's running out to the dance floor with a shouted:] C'mon!

[The point of having your hair perfectly coiffed for a dance is to totally mess it up headbanging, right? Because that's happening.]

[suburbias]

( If recounting the story to someone, he'll definitely include the part about how Margot's mere presence intimidated Apollo into caving. He won't include the part about the skipping, though -- they're both Too Cool for such excitable reactions, duh.

And what a totally incredible high-five moment this makes. )

Yeah, welllll. I'm pretty sure neither of us was gonna take no for an answer. We're pretty badass.

( Once the song begins, Johnny can hardly keep up, scrambling after her onto the dance floor, but grinning wildly because this is awesome. He joins right in, jumping up and down in time with the music and headbanging like crazy. )

[lastplaceigo]

[The most high-fivest moment in the universe.

She shouts over the music, her grin just as crazy as his:] Um, yeah! We're like, totally the most badass. I mean, it kind of comes with the genetics for me, [smirk] but seriously if anyone can convince a god...

[Even if it was over something like music requests. Hey, gods are fickle.]

[suburbias]

Genetics, huh? ( He raises his eyebrows, really just yelling at this point, but she's got him intrigued. ) Are you the kid of the God of Badassery or something?

( Gods may be fickle, but teenaged demigods are probably just as bad. )

[lastplaceigo]

Child of Ares, duh! [Someone would be a total daddy's girl given the chance.] Kinda synonymous with badassery.

[suburbias]

Dude! That's, like, hella awesome. ( Child of Ares? He'd always thought they were supposed to be, like, douchey and unapproachable but like crazy awesome in battle so totally respectable or whatever, but... screw your stereotypes!! apparently not. Not that he'd ever investigated that further until now, but he's more than happy to be proven wrong.

Still, he'll be sure not to ever get on Margot's bad side.

Is it... is this... Fall Out Boy? Can it be? Two songs in a row? Everything is beautiful. )

Yessss!

[serenesuccessor]

[Even if they had a good first meeting, Naomi is still a bit frightened of anyone who lives in the Ares cabin, so it's taken her a little while to walk over to where Margot is standing.]

I like your boots.

[lastplaceigo]

[There is no need to be frightened of anyone from Cabin Five. They are very friendly and -- oh, who are we kidding. They're kind of assholes, but Margot seems to like Naomi alright from their first meeting. Kind of annoying with all the questions, but harmless and she seemed into planes, so...

She glances down at her boots before looking back up again.]

Oh, thanks. I just didn't want to wear anything dumb like heels.

[Pause.]

I like your dress. It looks good.

[serenesuccessor]

I don't blame you. Heels look really uncomfy.

[She actually wanted to go in her sneakers, but realized that wouldn't be good. But Naomi's settled on a pair of white flats she found buried under her bed.]

Thanks! My Mama packed it for me.

[lastplaceigo]

[As someone who came outfitted with weapons, Margot wouldn't bat an eyelash at sneakers. She would have thought they were a good choice.

The bit about her mom makes her smile a little.]

Good choice on her part; nice fashion sense. So, uh... how you liking the dance so far?

[serenesuccessor]

It's really cool! A lot different from the Halloween dance I go to back home.

[A small pause.]

Though I kinda wish we could wear costumes... Cause that's always a lotta fun. Last year I got to go as a dragon!

[The memory makes her grin. She'd spent the majority of the night pretending to breath fire.]

What about you? D'you like the dance?

[lastplaceigo]

Dragons are pretty neat.

[They are. Margot likes them well enough (and one day dreams of wrestling one. It's a thing, don't judge.)]

Oh, yeah... [Nod.] The dance is pretty cool, I guess. Didn't really get to go to any at home, but I doubt anything would be able to top something thrown by a god, yeah?

[serenesuccessor]

Dragons are really cool! 'specially the big ones that can fly 'nd you can ride them.

[Naomi flaps her arms as if for emphasis, grinning brightly.]

Yeaaah, you're right. That's like... Like a really big thing, right? That Apollo is throwing the party?

[lastplaceigo]

[Okay, Margot can't help but laugh. That's really silly looking and it gets her to loosen up for point two seconds.]

Whoa, calm down or you're gonna fly away!

And yeah, seriously. [Pause.] You wanna go dance? We can turn that dragon thing into a dance move.

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi lights up at the idea, then she takes Margot's hand with both hers tugging her towards the dance floor.]

Yeah! Let's go! We can teach everybody and they'll be jealous of our dancing skills!