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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

[ospreyed]

Lookin' sharp, kid. [Eponine says, coming up behind Charlie. She's far more decked out and cleaned up than he'd ever seen her-- hell, anyone had seen her, herself included, and she is certainly not sober. But she'd had a mint before she went out so hopefully it's not on her breath. At least this time she's got a bit more height on Charlie.]

[moointhedark]

[It's a good thing Charlie is still innocent in the ways of alcohol because mint or no he wouldn't have been able to recognize the smell. As it is, the smile on his face only gets brighter at the sight of her.]

Ep! Thanks. I didn't have a whole lot, everyone looks so fancy...

[He doesn't even seemed bothered, not really. As a matter of fact, the whole dance excitement is just amping him up more and he's bouncing from one foot to the other.]

But you look wonderful, just like a princess!

[ospreyed]

You think I owned this? No way in hell. I borrowed it from one of the kids of Aphrodite. it's thanks to Courf that I even look like this. [He looks so excited to see her, and it's honestly heart warming. And...

Oh god. Did he just say she looked like a princess?

Excuse you, Charlie, but you are currently Eponine's favorite person.] Really? I always took myself for more of a wicked step-sister. [She keeps with the sarcasm, hoping the mood stays light.]

[moointhedark]

You still look good!

[Charlie takes a step back and pretends to scrutinize her outfit before making a big show of shaking his head when he comes to a conclusion.]

Nah. You can't be a wicked step-sister. I think they're all warty and stuff, like wicked witches, but without the magic. You're definitely a princess.

[ospreyed]

[This just in: Charlie Miller declared Eponine's Favorite Camper Ever. Sorry, boys. You got beaten by a 12-year-old.]

You're cute. You'll change your mind about me when you grow up. Trust me on that one. I'm nowhere near a princess.

[moointhedark]

[Charlie Miller: twelve-years-old and already smooth with the ladies.]

I don't think I will. I dunno why I would. [He shrugs matter of factly before holding his hand out with a grin.]

C'mon, let's go dance! It's my Dad's... birthday or something, I'm not sure, but we should have fun!

[ospreyed]

[Eponine Thenardier: has a soft spot for cute kids but don't tell anyone.]

And I'm going to keep it that way for as long as I can. [She looks at his hand for a moment, before reaching out and taking it.] As you insist, kid.

[moointhedark]

'Course I insist! [OH YAY A DANCING PARTNER is pretty much what is flashing across Charlie's little brain right now in bright neon lights. He will quite happily drag Eponine out to the dance floor should she let him and... dance.

Or, well, as best as Charlie can dance, which isn't all that great. It involves a lot of flailing around to some sort of beat. It might not be the beat of the music, per say, but gold star for trying?]

[ospreyed]

Then let's boogie. [She lets him drag her, thankfully pretty good in heels. Charlie dances like your typical middle school dancer. Eponine, on the other hand, knows what she's doing. She closes her eyes and lets the music guide her body, swaying and dancing and turning.

Yeah, Charlie gets a gold star for sure.]

[moointhedark]

[After a moment, Charlie stops flailing around to watch how Eponine dances. Hey, maybe he should try doing some of that... His ridiculous level is going to climb through the roof, but it doesn't seem like he has any shame; he's having with friends after all.]

You dance really good!

[ospreyed]

[Eponine is not going to judge him for his dancing style, anyway. She pauses when she hears him yell to her, and laughs.] Thanks! I got a lot of practice. You're not too bad either, kid.

[moointhedark]

Thanks! This is the first time I've ever got to use my moves!

[In public, anyway, and not alone, pretending to be part of a super famous boy band that tours the world.]

[ospreyed]

[His moves, oh god, Charlie is her favorite.] First time for everything! I'm glad I got to see 'em!

[moointhedark]

[Only because his moves are so funky fresh.

The encouragement is probably not the best thing as that just makes him beam ever so much brighter and go for the dancing like he's trying to win Olympic gold and oh look the sun is over thank you.

Huff puff.]

Wanna go get punch?

[ospreyed]

[Congrats, Charlie, you are definitely the Other Finn to her Marceline.

Punch.] Errrr... [She glances at the refreshment table. Yep. Mr. D is there. And she's got a flask in a thigh holster.

Well, she's not afraid of him. And she's got Charlie to impress.] Sure thing. Lead the way.

[moointhedark]

[Charlie doesn't seem put out at the prospect of running into Mr. D at all. Of course, he's not holding alcohol so he doesn't have that to worry about, so...

TO THE REFRESHMENTS!

Yeah, it's surprising he hasn't had an energy crash yet.] Let's go! It'll be like an adventure. Er. A really short one.

[ospreyed]

I think our last adventure was more adventuresome. Let's go. [She would follow his lead, but the path takes them through the dancing, and she tends to get people to make berth a lot more than Charlie does.]

[moointhedark]

Yeah, that one was pretty cool. [He sighs wistfully, carefully pushing himself through the crowd and getting stepped on in the process.

Still, he troops on and to the refreshments, leading the way like a gent.]

should we ask for a Mr. D up in here?

[ospreyed]

And there will be plenty more where that came from. [She pauses.] Y'know, summer's almost over, and I'll be heading back to Brooklyn...

[She says follows him along, until they make it to the table.]

oh god yes that would make this so much better

[moointhedark]

Can I come visit? I don't live too far away from Brooklyn, I think... Jersey's just right there.

[Hey girl, fall doesn't have to mean goodbye.]

Dear powers that be,'may we have a Mr. D?

[ospreyed]

No. [She says it quickly. Too quickly and has to cover.] the apartment is too small and crowded. We have two bedrooms and I crash on the couch mostly, or I'd love you to visit. But maybe I can visit you.

[Jersey. Heh.] Shouldda known. What part? I lived there till I was 7. Parents owned a bar and inn.

YO MISTER D. And I'll wait after this tag ahaha.

[moointhedark]

[It's okay because the part about her coming to visit him is enough to knock any suspicions away.] OH EHHHMMMMY GOD! [He's learning!]

I live in Griggstown and if you came to visit, that would be SO COOL! We can camp in the backyard and ride bikes in the park and play video games and Dungeons and Dragons... You can even meet Andy!

[gettincrunk]

[Sure enough, Mr. D is still manning the punch bowl and food - he hasn't moved once since the party's started.

He definitely smells the alcohol on Eponine, and he narrows his eyes at her, almost like he's waiting.]

Taking a younger one under your wing...Emily? That's not like you.

[Naturally, if she even tries to do something to the punch with her flask, it'll just turn the entire bowl into Diet Coke.]

[ospreyed]

Eponine, [She corrects him automatically, refusing to take his bait. She gives him her best smile, and puts her arm around Charlie's shoulders.] Charlie here is pretty cool. He's managed to burrow under my wing. Camp best watch out.

[Her smile doesn't meet her eyes, though, as it rarely seems to. And, to be honest, his slip-up with her name hurt more than it should have. Figured if anyone was forgotten by Mr. D, it was going to be her.]

[moointhedark]

[If there's any brewing tension, Charlie doesn't feel. The boy is too caught up in his own little world and now he's talking to another god and oh boy oh boy oh boy.] Yeah, it's Eponine, not Emily! It's a lot cooler!

[He knew an Emily once back in kindergarten. She pushed him the sand box and made him cry. There may be some resentment tied to that name.]

Ep showed me around camp a lot and she's gonna make me an Apollo Scout badge!

[Everyone needs to know about Apollo Scouts, he feels, as he pours punch into a couple of cups.]