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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

[sometimesinsufferable]

[Against Heather's advice, instead of a pale blue Hermione had opted for a dark blue short dress for the evening, hair pulled back in a plait. It's obvious she had someone else help her with her make-up but it's light and casual not to overpower her.

It's also obvious that she has absolutely no idea what she's supposed to be doing. This was...a d-word. A d-word with her best friend and somehow that changed the entire atmosphere of the dance. So if she's not with Ron, she can be found on the edge of the dance floor or mingling with other campers to try and relax. This was supposed to be fun, right?

It would just be nice if she didn't feel so out of place, even if she had a hard time keeping the light smile off of her face.]

[perenials]

[ Anna has a moment to herself when Heather respectfully steals her date away for a dance session or two. She moves to the edge of the amphitheater once she has another drink, just a cup of water. She giggles behind the rim when she watches them, blushing lightly when she sees Hermione there. Though she doesn't know her very well, she still nods politely and smiles in greeting, coming to stand near her. ]

Hello!

[sometimesinsufferable]

[Hermione tried to make it a point to learn the name of all of the other campers, and Anna certainly was no exception. She returns the smile, lifting a hand in a wave as she looks away from the crowd dancing.]

Hi. Having fun?

[perenials]

A great deal! Are you?

[ Once she has acknowledgement, Anna will inch forward, just a little bit. It's getting a bit difficult to hear others above the chatter, but she doesn't mind. This energy is exciting. ]

I don't suppose I've seen you on the dance floor?

[sometimesinsufferable]

It's interesting to say the least. I don't a lot of us have had a chance to attend something like this before. [She doesn't seem to mind having the girl in her personal space, but her eyes keep shifting back to the main dance floor.]

Dancing's not really my thing. It's nice, but I'm severely out of practice.

[perenials]

I agree with the sentiment that this is to help with cross-pantheon bonding.

[ She doesn't mind that Hermione's attentions seem elsewhere, for Anna's eyes tend to linger on the dance floor as well. ]

If it helps you any, I doubt anyone is judging anyone else's dance skills.

[sometimesinsufferable]

Hopefully this one will have less consequences than the bonding from a few days ago. [It's hard to say if she'd ever be comfortable in these settings. She'd spent a lot of her childhood being judged and mocked, and that never entirely went away. Instead she was quite happy watching from afar.]

I should hope not. We're all here to have fun, aren't we? I just wish they allowed us these opportunities more often.

[masterofmystery]

[If it helps her date best friend feels just of out of place. And stupid. Really stupid. They're the only words he can think of. Why he thought asking her was a good idea he'd never know. Okay, so he knew why-- he could think of a thousand reasons as to why he should. And what he wanted to say. That didn't mean his ability with expressing himself was any better.

Far from.

But he at least wanted her to have a good time. Maybe if she had a good time she'd realize what he meant.

...It would just help if he wasn't so afraid of this sort of thing. So at some point he comes back over with food and drink for the both of them.]

Um-- Want some?

[sometimesinsufferable]

[She would never understand why he felt stupid, and she was completely oblivious to the fact that he felt stupid. Instead, she was just glad they were there together even if she wasn't sure what it would all mean by tomorrow. She had drifted from him a bit after they arrived to mingle with other campers, and during their time apart she idly wondered about the situation. Was it a date? Was it not a date? How did she look? What was he thinking?

She was just starting to panic internally a bit when he approached her again with food and drink. She just sort of stared at him before a relieved smile reaches her face.

It was just Ron. This was okay.]

Thoughtful of you.

[masterofmystery]

[At least he was trying. There had to be some sort of a for effort. He just had to wonder if he'd done something wrong with the look she gave him when he came back. He didn't get her as much food as he ate because, well, by now he knew her (and look she got hardly as much junk food, too). So he'd thought he'd done right.

He seemed to let out a relieved breath when she finally smiled and his own stretched across his features. Then he shrugged.]

Well, I figured I couldn't eat all of it on my own, yeah? 'Though Percy's doing a fair bit of it himself-- [A beat.]

[People are supposed to say things, right? Well, that wasn't so hard since he'd been looking at her all night. Really looking. It was difficult not to when she got dressed up and he remembered what Heather said. He had to avert his gaze and ignore the burning his eyes.]

You look nice, y'know-- More than nice-- [Awkward turtle.] Loads better than you did in middle school in that gaudy dress.

[sometimesinsufferable]

[It was a small wonder that he even knew her eating habits by now. Definitely an A for effort on his part, and she'll take what she's offered even though she doesn't start eating immediately. Her eyes drift back toward the refreshments table where, indeed, Percy seems to be guarding the snack table and sampling a bit of everything. Oh well.]

So I see. [She didn't seem to pick up on his internal struggles, seeing how she was busy with her own while convincing herself that Ron had somehow changed his mind. After all, he'd been on the quiet side for most of the evening. Well, quiet for him, anyway.

Except...that was a compliment, wasn't it? That was most certainly a compliment, never mind it was sort of backhanded. She just makes a face, unsure if she wants to laugh, blush, or roll her eyes.]

Thank you. And look...no red lipstick this time. [A teasing smile. Yes, she remembers that conversation quite well.] I wasn't sure how this would look.

[masterofmystery]

[He watched her. More then he cared to admit. Or maybe it was the ADHD and he just picked up on things. That was one thing that people seemed to be surprised about that, even when he didn't look like he was paying attention, he'd remember details.

Maybe it was an Athena thing. But at least he didn't pile up as much as he did for himself. He really had been giving Percy a run for his money.]

Maybe I should challenge him to an eating competition, eh? I think I could win.

[It was a joke, mostly, to keep the mood light, but then she made that face and he wasn't sure what was happening. Wrong thing to say? It was always the wrong thing with her--]

[He laughs slightly.]

Good. No idea what you thought with it back then. [ Actually, maybe that was the first time he realized he was attracted to her and didn't know how to handle it, his mind thought. He shoved that to the side and spoke before he realized what he was doing.] You look brilliant. Loads better than the Aphrodite girls.

[And then he realizes and turns slightly pink. Well, it was true. They had their mother's looks and charm and they were nice to look at. He'd be mad not to think that, but Hermione was well-- He couldn't even explain that. So he clears his throat.] I mean it. You look brilliant.

[sometimesinsufferable]

[Hermione knew that Ron remembered details if only because she'd seen him work and build and construct. He could do things without instruction and remember minute details without effort. Not that it helped him academically, but it was still mildly impressive.]

I wouldn't try it if I were you. We both know he'd take you up on it. ['This is Ron', she had to keep telling herself. This was still just Ron and nothing about that would change. Ron was still a dry-humored, usually laid-back boy that most certainly wasn't thinking of her in ways she thought boys his age often thought of girls her age. And why would he? Even with Heather's help she felt she paled in comparison with the other girls, and besides that she knew her personality still was enough to drive people mental.

…then again? Ron never seemed to mind. It's then he gives her a real compliment, something without an attachment added to it, and she's left slightly awed. That's…brilliant.]

Heather helped me a bit. [Wait, no, Hermione. That's not what she meant to say.] I mean…thank you. It's been a long time since I've had the chance to dress up for anything. [She pauses.] Actually? I think that dance in middle school was the last time.

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi's seen Hermione around the camp before, though this would be the first time she's spoken with her. It's mostly because she looks uncomfortable, which certainly can't happen! Dances are suppose to be fun.

So here comes a bundle of energy your way Hermione. Run while you can.]

Hi! 'm Naomi.

[sometimesinsufferable]

[Oh dear. On the bright side, at least Hermione seems pretty receptive for the distraction even if she's a tiny bit startled at the sheer amount of energy. Likewise, she'd seen the girl around camp before, but introductions had never really been made.]

Oh, hello. I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger. You're relatively new to camp, aren't you?

[serenesuccessor]

It's nice to meet you!

[She grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet for a moment.]

And yeah, this is my first year. How long've you been here?

[sometimesinsufferable]

You as well. [The new ones are can either be over-enthused, or angry. Hermione preferred over-enthused to be honest.]

This is my third year here. I'm one of the campers that stays year-round.

[serenesuccessor]

Really?

[Eyes wide.]

's it scary? 'Cause coming here was really scary and I couldn't imagine staying all year.

[Hermione might have seen her around the camp that first month crying. A lot.]

[sometimesinsufferable]

[Y e p. At least she's polite enough not to mention that, but there's a slightly playful smile there. She shakes her head no though.]

I think I prefer it much more to being out there, though I do miss things about the outside world. It's nice once you get used to it.

[anythingwithstrings]

*Maya was pretty out of her element too, sheltered to keep her demigodly nature under wraps. So most of her social functions at school had strict rules. She did so much better when she was the band, and not the dance floor. So she was also on the edge of the dance floor, but she had given up on mingling for the moment. She was taking a quiet breath to calm herself down.*

*Maya was next to a food table, writing sheet music. At least that was something related to Dad, she had that much going for her.*

[sometimesinsufferable]

[Even though she felt like maybe she should give up on mingling (thus avoiding Ron), Hermione couldn't help but grow curious when she saw the girl writing instead of actually interacting with the world around her. She approached as quietly as she could in her heels, though Maya probably couldn't hear her above the music anyway. Soon she was hovering over the girl, studying her work.]

How's it coming along?

[anythingwithstrings]

I'm not actually sure... I think I've accidentally jumbled two song ideas together.

*Maya put her pen in the spine of her journal and studied the crudely written music she had in front of her. Some parts were complicated and intricate and clearly meant for something orchestral... and other parts were far simpler and more than likely a pop song. Maya didn't seem too stunned to have company, eventually when you sit and do nothing at a party someone bothers you.*

*That's how it works in movies.*

Do you know anything about music?

[sometimesinsufferable]

[It's definitely a bit over Hermione's head but not by much. She doesn't hide the fact that she's studying Maya's music either, nodding at her question.]

I'm afraid I don't know very much about composition, but I played piano for several years.

[anythingwithstrings]

Music is kinda my life, so...

*Maya scribbles some notes and marks where she feels the two different songs are for her to work on later. She wondered if this was a desperately terrible at parties thing, or a being around dad thing. She kept scribbling down little thoughts and ideas as they came to her.*

We should play something together, I've played piano for a while but never with another person.

[sometimesinsufferable]

You're one of Apollo's, aren't you? [She just watches, filing away notes on Maya's personal quirks.]

I think that'd be a great idea. I haven't played in ages, but I miss it quite a bit.