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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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[mesmerism]

[Piper's only here because she didn't want to get into a fight with her cabin mates and end up getting forced into an awful dress and her uneven hair pulled and curled.

So here she is, outfitted in the yellow dress Heather picked out for her and her hair twisted back in a simple knot. She stands at the edge of the dance floor, watching others dance.]

[commandertoolbelt]

Hey, Beauty Queen!

[ Leo slides right up to Piper with a grin. ]

You do know the dance floor is for dancing, right?

[mesmerism]

[She gives him a Look at his insistence on the nickname, but then she sticks a hand on her hip.]

Is that what it's for? I thought it was for awkward body jerks and looking like you can't reach that itch on your back, because that's all I see happening out there.

[commandertoolbelt]

So, you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours?

[ C'mon, you can't just stand there all night. Leo will drag you out there if he has to. ]

[mesmerism]

[She hunches her shoulders as she slouches forward, which isn't a good look on anyone, but luckily Piper's never been too concerned with how she looks.]

There's no way I'll get out of this, is there?

[commandertoolbelt]

Nope!

[ He grabs her wrist and pulls her onto the dance floor. ]

Just one dance. If you want, I can even show you how to salsa!

[mesmerism]

[Well if there's anyone who can be sure to help Piper have fun, it's Leo. She allows him to pull her onto the floor, cracking a smile.]

Sure, that sounds like fun. If I don't make a complete fool of myself doing it, that is.

[commandertoolbelt]

You kidding? Making a fool of yourself's the whole point of these shindigs! Oh, but...

[ He pauses, a mischievous spark in his eye. ]

That would hurt your daughter of Aphrodite status, wouldn't it - not dancing perfectly?

[mesmerism]

[She sees that spark and her expression suddenly matches his.]

Oh no, not my status. Anything but that.

[Okay, so maybe they are exceptions to looking like a fool, namely shaking off this Aphrodite stereotype and just being herself, however goofy she may be while dancing.]

All right, Hot Shot. Show me the salsa.

[clearasil]

[ Natalie's lingering nearby avoiding Leo with a drink in hand, nodding along to the vague pop tune filling the air. A part of her just wants to actually turn invisible and peace out of this joint but she lingers out of duty to the camp, or something to that effect. She's a counselor, after all.

She feels a pang of panic when she spots Piper there but quickly quells that feeling, nodding over at her with a smile. ]

[mesmerism]

[Piper gives her a wave before making her way over, thinking those that aren't dancing should probably form an alliance so they don't get dragged out onto the floor.]

Hey, Natalie. Enjoying yourself?

[clearasil]

[ An alliance against dancing? Count her in. Together, they will fight off anyone unwise enough to pull either one of them in. ]

I'm alright. [ She shrugs a shoulder, but she's smiling anyway. The fun atmosphere is pretty infectious. ] What about you?

[mesmerism]

It's... I don't know. The music's good? I've never really been into the whole dance thing.

[Probably because there's never been anyone she wanted to dance with.]

[clearasil]

Me neither. I kind of just came because I'm a counselor and - I don't know, my friends were all coming anyway.

[ She rubs her arm, a corner of her mouth twitching thoughtfully. ] Anyone drag you here?

[mesmerism]

Not quite, but I'm from Aphrodite cabin and I knew there'd be problems if I said I wasn't coming. I figured it'd be better to face this than face a whole cabin. I'll save the fighting for something more vital.

[clearasil]

Picking your fights. That's smart.

[ Natalie squints an eye and tilts her head, listening closely to one of Apollo's tunes. ] This isn't so bad, and at least the music is decent.

[mesmerism]

Yeah, I'm kind of used to it.

[There were some things you just had to let go when the mean girls bullied you, and some things you just had to stand up to.]

If Apollo doesn't know good music, I guess no one does, right?

[notthatjason]

[Jason found himself walking the edge of the dance floor because there wasn't really a reason for him to be ON the dance floor, but he wasn't used to just standing around either. He finally decided he was probably looking a bit foolish wandering and decided to lean against a wall.

Maybe he should get punch. He hadn't actually ventured to the refreshment table yet. Partly because he wasn't sure about where he stood with Mr.D, given their past encounters.]

[mesmerism]

[Not wanting to get snagged for a dance by some rude, egocentric jerk, Piper backs away from the edge of the floor when a few such guys look her way. Stupid Aphrodite genes! She'll just help hold up the wall, no big deal.

Except she keeps backing up until she smacks back into Jason. She whirls around, eyes wide.]

Oh, I am so sorry! That was really stupid of me.

[notthatjason]

[He takes a step back when he feels someone bump into him and looks down at a girl with her hair tied up and wearing a simple yellow dress that still seems to work better for her than some of the flashier, gaudier pieces on the dance floor at the moment. He blinks and shakes his head.]

No it's fine. I wasn't really paying attention either.

[He pauses and looks up, wondering why she was backing up like that.]

Are you okay?

[mesmerism]

I'm fine. Nothing to worry about.

[She can feel her face heating up a little from her embarrassment. If this was someone like Leo, she'd just laugh off her clumsiness or make a joke, but this stranger has her feeling a little overwhelmed. She recognizes that he's one of the Camp Jupiter kids she's seen around at a distance, but up close he's making her want to sigh dreamily.

Snap out of it, Piper.]

I was just umm, trying not to get in their way. The dancers. The dancers' way, I mean.

[Oh gods, shut up. Just stop blathering.]

[notthatjason]

[Jason probably doesn't notice that Piper is anxious. He thinks he saw her in the cabin with Heather when she was helping him with his suit. That doesn't exactly help him remember though, with everyone in and out of Aphrodite cabin recently.]

Same. I mean...I'm not much for dancing so I guess I'm just here to enjoy the music.

[Or something. Ven wouldn't have let him skip out on this and Jason did want to show his Romans that he could have fun occasionally.]

I'm Jason. I don't think we've run into each other much before, right?

[mesmerism]

Right. I'm Piper, hi.

[She gives a little wave, and immediately feels dumb. This is going on her list of Times Piper Did Something Cringeworthy.]

Are you going to request a song?

[She nods over to where Apollo is playing DJ and flirting with the girls. She and Natalie have already discussed that, but it still isn't any less weird to her.]

[notthatjason]

[Jason thinks it's cute and finds himself smiling slightly. He can't really help it and responds.]

Hello.

[Gods what is he doing? Here he is acting like an idiot with this girl when he'd already completely messed up with another only a few days prior. Granted, that girl was because of something beyond his control and his own feelings were not the same...but he had still enjoyed it at the time. Now he feels like he's betraying someone but he's not sure who at this point. Besides, they're just talking and he's probably over thinking it.

He snaps back to the current conversation. Glancing at the DJ booth. It was beyond weird that a god would just drop in and DJ for a party. This never would have happened back in New Rome.]

I...wasn't really planning to. I don't know enough songs to really be able to make a request.

[Yes he listened to music, but he didn't really pay attention to band names or titles to songs.]

[mesmerism]

Really?

[She can't help but wonder if that's a thing that's exclusive to him, or if they didn't listen to music at Camp Jupiter. But Piper feels it'd be rude to ask, so she doesn't.]

Well, if you did, Apollo would probably make it some weird dubstep remix version anyway, so maybe it's best that you don't have a favorite song that can be butchered.