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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

[unstinting]

For you, anything.

[He's mostly joking, of course, though Jehan is probably his best friend here so far, and he looks great in the outfit that Alcuin chose for him.]

[shylyintrepid]

Aw, you spoil me.

[He grins and takes Alcuin's hands to lead him to the dance floor]

First you dress me up and now you're saying you'll do anything for me!

[unstinting]

Dangerous words, I know.

[Oops, is he flirting? He doesn't actually mean to. But it's kind of fun. He follows Jehan to the dance floor, smiling.]

[shylyintrepid]

Careful, I fall in love easily~

[If he's flirting, so is Jehan. It takes a second for him to get the beat, but once he does he starts dancing fairly well.]

[unstinting]

Isn't that supposed to be my role?

[Alcuin laughs, moving with him. It's easy to relax around Jehan- probably because he knows him better. And the Demeter boy looks so nice tonight... but of course he has no intention of falling in love or anything of the sort.]

[shylyintrepid]

No, you're job is to make people fall in love with you. You're the charming prince and everyone else is Cinderella! Only without any evil step-siblings who cut off parts of their feet and are later blinded by angry birds.

[unstinting]

I think that would be an inconvenient number of Cinderellas. I just need one.

[He rolls his eyes at the idea of himself as a charming prince, though. He's not that charming, that's Courfeyrac's job.]

[shylyintrepid]

No, every prince has at least three princesses chasing after them or being chased by them. It's the law.

[unstinting]

I don't think we're in a fairy tale, though, do those rules still apply?

[And that would be the intellectual side of his brain breaking in. Hmph.]

[shylyintrepid]

Of course it does. We're demigods! All the same faerie tale rules apply, only with added swearing at the gods.

[unstinting]

I'll take your word for it, but I still don't want any princesses.

[He's really more of the prince-wanting type.]

[shylyintrepid]

Princes?

[He smiles]

Or knights? I mean, knights can be any sort of person after all.

[This is the most convoluted and Jehan way of asking "gay, straight, or bi?"]

[unstinting]

Princes will do. Or perhaps philosophers.

[He tries not to get a dreamy look in his eye, he really does. But man, he really misses Delaunay.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan grins]

Princes can be philosophers, you know.

[unstinting]

Philosopher-princes, then.

[He almost adds that gardeners would be lovely too, but that is just a bit too forward and he doesn't intend to be that flirtatious.]

[shylyintrepid]

Noble and brilliant. The best sort, I think. I'd settle for a baker, though. Better sweets.

[unstinting]

You raise a very valid point.

[Hey, he has a sweet tooth. Even if he doesn't indulge that often.]

[shylyintrepid]

You'd never be hungry with a baker, either. Always having fresh bread and cakes and oh gods, fresh pastries. Genuine pastries, with proper fillings and sugar and all the delicious things pastries should have. Nothing like those "Twinkie" things.

[unstinting]

If you don't watch out, I'm going to drag you over to the refreshment table. You're making me hungry.

[shylyintrepid]

Have you ever had real French croissants? Or an éclair?

[Gods, he wants real food now]

[unstinting]

Jehan. Now you're just being cruel.

[Alcuin thumps him gently on the shoulder, making a face.]

[shylyintrepid]

Sorry! I miss my favorite bakery!

[unstinting]

You're going to have to go get me some punch to make up for it when the song is done.

[Because at the least he could use something to drink.]

[shylyintrepid]

Are we sure it's not spiked?

[unstinting]

No... but who would have spiked it?

[He can't think one of their campmates would be so dastardly. He's probably wrong.]