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halfbloodhill_logs2013-08-07 07:48 pm
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Entry tags:
- alcuin delauney [kushiel's legacy],
- apollo [pjo],
- charles miller [oc],
- courfeyrac [les miserables],
- dave strider [homestuck],
- dionysus [pjo],
- eponine thenardier [les miserables],
- heather o'toole [american idiot],
- hermione granger [harry potter],
- jean prouvaire [les miserables],
- john egbert [homestuck],
- johnny mason [american idiot],
- leo valdez [pjo],
- margot sullivan [oc],
- maya matlin [degrassi],
- naomi mikano [original character],
- natalie goodman [next to normal],
- sadie kane [the kane chronicles],
- ventus bradford [kingdom hearts]
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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.)
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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Joooohn, why aren't you dancing?
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[Oh crap, tiny little-sister type has found him. He is very adamantly not going to that dance floor.]
Because I am a lousy dancer.
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[She plants her hands on her hips looking at him. John, you've have one more chance to give her a reason before she just drags you to the dance floor.]
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What about if I said my dancing would be the herald of the end of the world. Would you buy that?
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[Last chance. Naomi reaches out, grabbing his arm and begins tugging him towards the dance floor.]
C'moooooon! One dance!
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Fine, geez. One dance. I refuse to take responsibility for any and all stepped on toes.
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[She's the master of the puppy dog face.]