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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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Hold up, hold up. I've got an idea.

[He walks around to Jehan's front, plucking the rose Anna's given him out of his pocket, holding it out to Jehan.]

Multiply this.

...that's not how it works, Gabe. I need the whole vine.

...you're joking! I had a freakin' kickass idea, Jehan. I don't think you understand.

I can't just magically clone a flower, Gabe! I have to at least make a vine!

So make a vine first. C'mon, Jehan. If Anna can do it, you can do it, right?

[He's had Anna's own vines curl around and try to trap his legs before in combat practice.]

Yeah, but...

[He sighs and takes Gabe's arm before dragging him to a dirt patch nearby]

That flower?

I'm on it.

[Gabriel's not exactly sure if this is what Jehan wants him to do, but he puts the flower on the patch of dirt and then digs around it, burying it.]

[Jehan lets out a breath and concentrates. Soon, a full vine is climbing up the nearby pillar]

That's what I'm talking about.

[He grins, applauding Jehan's feat.]

When do the roses come?

Hush. I need to concentrate.

[Said in French, but he does need to focus. He can make a regular old vine easily enough, but this is a bit more complicated. A little longer and the vine is sprouting rose buds, which then bloom.]

Someday, I will figure out what you all are saying.

[Fat chance. The dyslexia makes it difficult enough for him to read English, let alone a new language.

He grins wildly when the flowers bloom, and then gently plucks the vine out of the ground.]

I'll be back.

[And with that, the vine and Gabriel are out of sight for a few minutes. (About twenty, to be precise.)

Just when an ordinary person might think Gabriel's standing them up, though, he'll pop back up behind Jehan when he's least expecting it and places a crown of yellow=green roses on the other boy's head. The color's just a trick of the light - sometimes it's nice to be a son of the rainbow - but he had to go back to his cabin to cut all the thorns off with a scissor and weave it together.]

Surprise.

[Jehan laughs and feels the crown, pulling one of the flowers out so he can see it before weaving it back in.]

Thank you, Gabe.

[He leans up and presses a kiss to Gabe's cheek]

Yeah, I think I earned that one.

[He slings an arm over Jehan's shoulder, giving him a peck on the cheek back.]

Do you want to dance?

Dude, I always want to dance.

[And with that, he grabs Jehan's hand, leading him out to the dance floor.]

[Jehan laughs]

I didn't know if you wanted to dance with me.

Why wouldn't I?

[He spins Jehan under his arm - yeah, he's pretty intent on taking the lead on this one.]

You're cute, and you can stand me for more than ten minutes. I'd say those are pretty good reasons.

You're not that annoying!

[He laughs as he's spun]

Clearly you haven't hung around me enough, then. Don't worry, I'll figure out a way to get on your nerves.

[He gives Jehan a smirk and spins himself around as well, then goes back to swaying with him.]

I'm pretty sure I've even pissed off Eponine at one point, and we're pretty damn tight.

It's not that hard to annoy Eponine, though. We're friends now but still.

[He leans in to rest his head on Gabe's shoulder for a little bit]

Okay, you've got a point there.

[He grins, one of his hands coming up to rest on the back of Jehan's head, running his fingers absently through the hair there.]

I'm glad she's branching out a little bit. She's a great kid, she deserves more people who care about her.

I'm still getting to know her beyond "drugs and prickliness", but she does seem like she really cares. Not that she'll admit it, unless it's about her siblings.

Oh, she does, trust me. Girl's not an ice queen - she's got a lot of heart. But she wears a mask - like so many of us do.

[He's including himself in that blanket statement. Try as he might, he's still hurt as hell about his two brothers, about how he can't go home - not to them, anyway. Chuck and his little cousins were amazing - he'd do anything for them. But Mike and Luke were his brothers, the ones that raised him. The anger he holds towards that part of his family is something very few people at camp have seen.]

I think that's part of being a demigod--hiding something, I mean.

[Not that Jehan hides much. He's not good at hiding at things and the only thing he keeps "hidden" is his wish that his stepmother would divorce his dad already. He sighs a little]

Or maybe that's being a teenager. Hard to tell.

That's for damn sure, especially for those of us who go to regular school.

[Sorry, Jehan, you're getting spun again. He likes that somebody's actually letting him do this and not putting up a fight.]

It's both. Trust me.

[Even before he knew he was a demigod, talking about why he lives with his uncle and not his parents was always a touchy subject. He calls it being 'in witness protection', and in a way, he's kind of right.]