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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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[Reyna had been off in her own world when Gabriel approached her, her mind on Jason and whether he was going to even want to be around her... Or if the moment they shared when under Venus' charms would be enough to get him to avoid her. They'd managed to stay professional for the training sessions, but Reyna still flushed every time she looked at him...

And tended to get lost in her thoughts a little more often now. Turning a careful gaze on Gabe, she chanced a small smile.]

How about asking her properly, for one?

[Hell yeah, he's gotten her to smile. It's his goal to one day make Reyna laugh - and not even an 'I feel embarrassed on your behalf' laugh - a real one.]

That I can do.

[He holds out his hand to Reyna, giving her a genuine smile of his own.]

Praetor Reyna, may I have this dance?

[She accepts his hand and nods.]

Yes, Gabriel, you may. See, that wasn't so hard was it?

Surprisingly? No, it wasn't.

[Gabriel's not a great dancer, but he leads her out regardless of that. He places one on her hip to lead, and offers her his other hand.]

And here I was, ready to offer coming to Roman training and doing suicides.

I won't turn down that offer, now that you've mentioned it.

[She really does have a sense of humor, who knew? She places one hand on his shoulder and takes the other.]

The more the merrier.

[It's actually nice to see Reyna let loose, he thinks, as he tours her around the dance floor, doing his best to spin her under his arm.]

I guess my muscles will thank me for it later.

[Well, she might be a little on cloud 9 since Aphrodisia, even if it has been a little awkward as well. Having Jason around calms her nerves a little more than when he was still missing.]

And your increased life expectancy.

I guess that's an upside, too. I was looking forward to sticking around until at least 80.

[He's heard that most demigods don't survive in the mortal world alone past 20, but Gabriel kind of has a personal goal to break tradition there. Despite how much of a crapshoot it can be at times, he actually likes the world, and the people in it.]

It is possible, you know, in New Rome.

[She knows he was joking about living to be 80... She knows that Greek life expectancy is considerably lower than Roman. But if nothing else, she wants to prove to the Greeks that Rome isn't all morning trainings and strict schedules.]

Wait, wait. Hold the damn phone.

[He doesn't stop dancing with her, but he does give Reyna a Look.]

You guys have 80 year old demigods?!

[She blinks at him and frowns.]

Life expectancy for Romans is longer for Greeks... We have New Rome, a safe haven for our retired legionnaires... Where they can settle down, go to college, have families.

Or.... we had New Rome before Camp Jupiter was attacked.

...well, shit. I'm sorry, Reyna.

[Look, he's actually apologizing! His frown matches hers, and he pats her shoulder, a little awkwardly.

...but that's got him thinking.]

I've got an idea, but you're not gonna like it.

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[She watches him for a moment, tilting her head a little.]

Oh? Enlighten me, then, Gabriel.

I'm telling you, you're not gonna like it.

[But he whispers to her, like it's some kind of big secret.]

We should make a city, here. For everybody.

[It can't be that hard, right?]

We all deserve a chance at life out there, to actually get a shot at life an- holy shit, I'm starting to sound like Enjolras. But it's true.

[At this point, she's stopped dancing. This is the first time he's said anything that makes any kind of sense even remotely.]

You believe I won't like the idea of showing the Greek campers that they can live after their time at camp? That they don't have to face the world and potentially die before they're 25?

The ones that will not like that idea are the Gods or those who haven't agreed to it already.

I'm not always sure what you do and don't like. Don't take this the wrong way, Reyna, you're a badass and I totally get and respect that, but you're kind of hard to read sometimes.

[A grin spreads across his face, though. Hell yes.]

Do you know how to do it? Make and run a city, I mean. That's part of a praetorship, right?

I like what's best for my Romans... What's best for those I've been placed in charge of.

[She pauses and considers that for a moment.]

I run the Legion. I'm only one of the Senators of Rome. I know some things about running a city, but I cannot claim to be the know all. We could, however, speak with Jason and some others about this.

[He grins wildly - hell fucking yes, something he and Reyna finally are in agreement on. This is gonna be good.]

You've got your - what's it called, centuries? They're here, right. Get the praetors and the centuries together, and all the counselors, whoever runs the Egyptian kids, some of the Norse guys - this might actually work. It's in everybody's best interest, right?

Centurions.

[But there's a small smile... A real one. A hopeful one.]

It is within everyone's interest... And this camp is not nearly large enough currently for all the misplaced demigods and magicians that will show up... Yes, I will talk to Jason about this and we will speak with our Centurions.