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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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[Charlie has no requests, but the thought of getting to see his biological dad is SO AWESOME that he's making a beeline for the DJ booth.]

Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad! [He is basically excitedly chanting this as he trips over his feet to come say hi, a piece of paper clutched in his hand.]

[Okay, this one? Apollo actually remembers the kid being born, and it doesn't take him long at all to put a name to the face. Jersey was sunny as hell this summer, so he'd spent quite a bit of time driving over it, watching Charlie at the park.]

Hey, Charlie, easy! Don't give yourself a heart attack.

[Though, being the god of healing, he could stop it from happening if it did.]

[His dad knows his name! Not that Charlie had any doubts (he doesn't know how this whole godly parent thing works still,) but that is so. Cool.

The next thing that comes out of his face is something like a happy squeal: AHHHHHHDAD before he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down

It sort of helps.]

I won't, I promise! I don't think I can have a heart attack, I'm not old or anything. ...Unless twelve is old. Is twelve old? I don't think twelve is old.

[His normal stream-of-consciousness babble is rushed and a little nervous, and he fidgets with the paper, pushes his sunglasses to his forehead, anything to keep his hands busy.]

Can... Can I give you a hug?

[Charles actually gets a big laugh out of Apollo - he knows he's had his share of fans, especially when he goes into the underground circles and performs his own lyrical, almost freeform poetry style of rapping in battles. (He's also no stranger to being a screaming fanboy of his own. Lady Gaga is a genius in every respect, okay?) But this is unexpected.]

Twelve's nothing, kid. You've got the whole world ahead of you, yet.

[Apollo plucks the sunglasses off Charlie's head, placing them on his own. He's already wearing shades, but he's the god of the sun. One more pair can't hurt.]

Yeah, if you want.

[Oops, there go his sunglasses. Not that Charlie seems to mind as he is currently latching himself onto Apollo like a limpet in a hug.

Two dads. Now he has two dads and a mom and a lot of half-siblings, and his family is the best. He is totally inviting every last one of them to his Bar Mitzvah next year. His mother will be the one having the heart attack when she sees him writing out the invites.]

Oooh, this is so cool! I even wrote you a poem and everything and it's probably not as good as your poems, but I spent a lot of time on it and I think I'd get an A if I were at school.

[Apollo slings an arm around his son casually, patting him on the back. Wow, is this kid excitable - reminds him of Hermes as a kid, but the family resemblance to himself if there, alright.]

A poem, huh? Okay, let me hear it and I might just be inspired enough to slam with you.

Oh, um, okay! Okay, here goes!

[He stands back, straightens himself up, and clears his throat. Charlie doesn't usually get nervous, but he's about to recite a poem he wrote in a few days' time for the god of freaking poetry.

The little paper crinkles at the edges as he grips it tighter and begins:]

Don't touch my cello
Don't call me Frenchie
These bedsheets are itchy
And the bus smelled weird

There are monsters
In the woods
And in the city
And on the road

But the sun is bright
It's my guiding light
And that's how I know
I'm home

[And then he looks up with a nervous sort of smile, like 'did I do good?']

[For a first attempt, it's not bad. Apollo holds his hand out for a high-five from his son, and then he pauses, holding up his finger.]

Wait, I feel a good one coming on.

[Apollo's still on his haiku kick.]

Charlie's flow is ill
The moon shines bright in the sky
I am amazing.

[Aw yeah, high-fives.]

You are amazing. That was the beast poem ever!

It comes naturally, I suppose.

[He pushes some hair out of his face, shrugging. Really, it's nothing.]

You ever been to a poetry slam, Charlie? I think you could do well.

I haven't, but you really think so?! Ohmygosh, our cabin should do that, we'd be so good! Though I guess it wouldn't be fair to everyone else, but still...

I think you guys could pull it off without a hitch, personally. I'd like to be there to see it, even. Talk to Mr. D about-

[He stops himself, looking over to the god in the Hawaiian shirt, and shakes his head.]

Actually, talk to Chiron about it. He'd probably actually help you guys set it up, if I know the centaur as well as I think I do.

Okay! This can be -- oh my gosh! Maybe this can be how the Apollo Scouts earn their first badge! [Pause.] Did I tell you about the Apollo Scouts yet?! Ep said I can be one and I'm the first and it's gonna be awesome.

The...Apollo Scouts.

[Okay, color him confused, because he was pretty sure that the wilderness or whatever it was that those Boy Scouts did was Pan's domain. At least, it used to be Pan's.]

What is that, exactly?

Oh you know... We go around and do cool stuff and get badges.

[That is seriously as far as he's gotten with the whole scout thing.]

I'm gonna see if the rest of the cabin wants to join, too.

I know one guy in particular that you might have trouble recruiting, but your siblings are awesome.

[It runs in the family.]

You shouldn't run into any problems.