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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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You--what?!

[Seriously, what!?]

I, [She speaks slowly.] Éponine Odelle Thénardier, am going to help you lose your virginity.

[A beat.]

And if you tell anyone my middle name, I'll make good on your imagined threat of mine.

Mine's Yves, but not the point! How are you--why--what?!

Because I can be a surprisingly decent person if I try, Yves, and I want you to be able to have a pleasant experience of it.

I'm only fifteen! I don't need to lose it yet, and it's not allowed at camp anyway.

I lost mine at fourteen, so shut the fuck up. You said you don't want to die a virgin. [Sorta.] Life expectancy here is short.

...Did you seriously just try to use the rules to talk me out of something? [Look at your life. Look at your choices.]

...yes?

[Idiot. Idiot]

...Do you want to try it again?

...no?

So I rest my case. You are losing your virginity.

Only if I want to!

[What is his life]

I might not find anyone I like enough to...that.

[She gives him a look, but he has a point. Just because Eponine isn't completely acquainted with the concept of consent doesn't mean Jehan isn't.] Fine. But it's still my goal.

[It's more a romance thing for Jehan. Consent is nice too, though. Vital, even.]

No spiking anything or making deals with the Aphrodite kids, okay? Especially not Courfeyrac. He'd never let me live it down.

Courfeyrac? Please. It'd only boost his ego, and no offense, but I don't really want to share him with you. [Even if she probably does.] I'm a jealous woman.

Don't worry, Jehan. I promise. I will not spike anything or make deals with anyone. That's not fair to anyone, especially not you. [There's nothing joking in her voice. She's actually looking at him, meeting his eyes as she speaks.]

[Jehan looks her in the eyes and nods]

Okay. Then I consent to let you try and find me a boyfriend or a friend with benefits. [He looks around to avoid others as they dance and catches sight of Apollo] Though, um, if spiking or bribery or something would help get a--ugh, wait never mind, Enjolras would never forgive me if I finished that sentence.

Consider it done. [Out of curiosity, she follows his eyes when he pauses, but she doesn't even need to look where he's looking to figure out what he's saying. He gave it away all on his own.]

Sorry, Jehan. He's mine.

He's neither of ours and we both know it. Apollo's a god! We're demigods! I'm pretty sure gods tend to not sleep with demigods.

First time for everything, right? [She smiles that terrible smile of hers.]

If you manage to convince Apollo to sleep with you no one is ever going to forgive you. I think we all want to at least flirt with him.

Whaddya mean forgive me? No one will care. It'd just be me, being my whore self.

Oh trust me, people will care and will be so jealous. I will, at least, and possibly Courfeyrac. Enjolras will hate you, but that's Enjolras.

Jealousy and forgiveness don't really go hand in hand. You two will forgive me.

Enjolras already hates me. [Actually, he doesn't, and she knows it.]

Enjolras doesn't hate anyone, honestly, except maybe certain goddesses. He's just grumpy, like a bear.

So where would the harm be in sleeping with him?

...I'm not going to talk you out of this one, am I?

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