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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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*She really isn't sure what to expect when he walks over, she knows who he is. She knows by looking at him, she can feel it deep down like a universal truth that just... is. But she doesn't know anything beyond their connection. It is also very distracting that he barely looks older than Katie's boyfriend, which is just... complicated. Yes, God, ageless, however he wishes to appear but he doesn't seem that much older than her and-*

*And for the love of all that is good respond to him! Stop staring!*

Hi... Dad.

*Yeah, still awkward about all of this.*

[Okay, so he was right, this was one of his kids. Great job, Apollo. He'd had to leave Margaret before the baby was born, and her condition would worsen when he did - he didn't like it, but it was the way of the world. Still, he did like to keep tabs on the lives of his old flames, his kids, even if he couldn't be in them all the time. It wasn't hard - driving the sun chariot around the world helped you pick up on information as you passed by.

What did she end up naming the kid?]

...Maya, right? That's a pretty sweet cello you've got yourself.

Yeah, that's me. *Wow that sounded lame.*

*Yay a topic, something she can answer and not feel completely out of her depth. And can distract her from the fact that some of the dite girls are ogling her dad again.*

It's really nice, I got it a few years ago when I was finally tall enough for a full sized cello. ...Plus my old one kinda got hit by a soccer ball.

You kidding? That thing's gorgeous.

[He winces a little when he hears the old one's been hit by a soccer ball. He doesn't like seeing instruments being broken, let alone hearing about them.

Then, he holds his hand out, asking for the cello and bow.]

May I?

*She freezes up a moment, cause... she never been big on sharing her cello. Her guitar isn't as important, but her cello - especially due to what Katie did to the last one with that soccer ball - was very special to her.*

*But he is her dad, and God of Music, so... Maya walks over, unpacks the cello and attaches the spike, and hands him both the cello and bow. Still a little hesitance in letting it go.*

...It's spike is set up for someone my height right now, sorry about that.

No big deal.

[With a wave of his hand, the spike adjusts to Apollo's height, and a stool appears out of seemingly nowhere. He takes the cello and bow, pauses for a moment, and then begins to play.

Even though there's a Cascada club hit on right now, somehow he manages to make it work.]

*There was a twinge of apprehension at the whole magically adjusting the spike thing. It's cool, but... her cello. There's also the fact that he's playing really well which blurs the line between annoying and super cool. Fortunately, super cool wins when she realizes she can't be jealous of the God of Music's musical talents.*

*So she will just stand there and listen to how well he works cello into a song that never needed more cello in its life.*

[He's actually playing along with the vocal melodies of 'Every Time We Touch'. Apollo's not Cascada's biggest fan - in terms of club music, he'd go so far to say that Lady Gaga was the queen of dance music right now. But he's rocking this solo.

He stops for a moment, after he's finished up the last bar before a chorus, and hands it back to Maya. The cello adjusts itself back to her height with another wave of his hand.]

You try it now.

*Maya can't make a stool out of ether, fortunately there's a chair she can hook with her foot and pull over to sit on. Her mind cluttered with thoughts and emotions, faces she'd rather not remember, places she missed, and things that worried her.*

*Those thoughts vanish as bow meets strings. Her father, the dance, the campers, out of her head. All that's left are feelings and beautiful music. She has no trouble mixing cello to dance music. Whisperhug gave her plenty of practice fixing the cello into any song. Still nothing compared to Apollo's skill.*

[Apollo finds his foot subconsciously tapping along to the beat of the song Maya's playing - it's something he does constantly, like it or not. He places a hand on her shoulder as she plays, watching her intently.]

*Tapping his foot isn't a problem, but she does flinch a little at the contact. She doesn't lose her tempo, she doesn't lose any notes. There's a bit more tension in her shoulder as she's more aware of her audience.*