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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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[Piper gives her a wave before making her way over, thinking those that aren't dancing should probably form an alliance so they don't get dragged out onto the floor.]

Hey, Natalie. Enjoying yourself?

[ An alliance against dancing? Count her in. Together, they will fight off anyone unwise enough to pull either one of them in. ]

I'm alright. [ She shrugs a shoulder, but she's smiling anyway. The fun atmosphere is pretty infectious. ] What about you?

It's... I don't know. The music's good? I've never really been into the whole dance thing.

[Probably because there's never been anyone she wanted to dance with.]

Me neither. I kind of just came because I'm a counselor and - I don't know, my friends were all coming anyway.

[ She rubs her arm, a corner of her mouth twitching thoughtfully. ] Anyone drag you here?

Not quite, but I'm from Aphrodite cabin and I knew there'd be problems if I said I wasn't coming. I figured it'd be better to face this than face a whole cabin. I'll save the fighting for something more vital.

Picking your fights. That's smart.

[ Natalie squints an eye and tilts her head, listening closely to one of Apollo's tunes. ] This isn't so bad, and at least the music is decent.

Yeah, I'm kind of used to it.

[There were some things you just had to let go when the mean girls bullied you, and some things you just had to stand up to.]

If Apollo doesn't know good music, I guess no one does, right?

You can't judge a god by how he writes his haikus, I guess.

[ She has to chuckle at her own joke, though speaking quietly lest he actually hears her over in the DJ booth. ]

Yeah, what's up with that anyway? It's not what you expect a god to latch onto for a hobby.

[Though now that she thinks about it, a god like Apollo probably has a million hobbies collected over thousands of years. It's just strange that of all the things he could focus on, he's made a name for himself as the haiku guy.]

Though maybe I shouldn't complain. It's relatively harmless.

[ She has to agree with that. Maybe he got too lazy for sonnets. After all, iambic pentameter is no picnic. ]

It's fast, short, and structured. [ Well, that's her theory anyway. ] Recite it properly and you could fool people into thinking it's a good poem.

And you don't have to put a lot of thought or effort into it, leaving you plenty of time for your godly duties, right?

[She's adding onto that theory now.]

[ She cups a hand around her mouth, speaking out of one corner. ] Or flirting with teenage girls.

[ Natalie waggles her eyebrows in the direction of the DJ booth. ]

[Piper looks over, eyes wide.]

Seriously? I mean, never mind the inter-related stuff, because I heard it works differently with the gods, but he's how old? And flirting with underage girls?

[She gives a shudder. Where's Chris Hansen when you need him?]

You kind of have to remember that they don't go by normal Western standards, even if they look like they know the ins and outs of what people are like today. Not that that makes it right, but they've been macking on younger people for forever.

[ She snorts. ]

I'm sure Chiron would step in if necessary.

I like that about Chiron.

[He's a good guy to have looking out for you.]

Are you going to request a song?