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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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[Jason would have shown up without all the talks from Ven and Heather and others, but those had certainly help. He certainly wouldn't have had the right outfit without the help of Venus's children.

He'd been wandering around when he happened upon Reyna and came to a stop. He had to wonder, briefly, if he was under the influence of that Aphrodite spell again or if Reyna was still being blessed by Venus. But, no, this was Reyna as the natural Bellona daughter that she was.]

Hey Reyna. How much fun did Heather have dressing you?

[Reyna was humming to herself, tapping her foot a little, when Jason approached. Her dogs were off at the edge of the area, with little bow ties on, just resting in case she called for them.

She turned to him and nearly froze, but smiled slightly regardless.]

I don't think I've seen her so happy in a long time. Who helped you?

[Because she might be noticing the coordinating colors and have her guess.]

[Jason, being both oblivious and a guy, doesn't seem to put together that their colors are coordinating in the least. He looks down at his suit all the same and tugs slightly at the tie, something that is turning into a habit.]

Heather, too.

I think I would have preferred a toga.

[Was it bad that THAT was what he considered "formal" wear? Probably. But he'd been in New Rome too long.]

[Aaaaaaaaaand her suspicion was right. Out of instinct, she reached forward to fix the tie after he tugged at it.]

Togas are more traditional for us, yes. This is a bit more out of our element.

Guess we would have stuck out if we wore togas though. Heather gave me a funny look when I asked.

She's especially taken with the Greek way... I suppose we're a little too comfortable with tradition. If that's possible.

Maybe it's because we feel we need to be...after everything that's happened.

I'm sure we're trying to use it to cope, sure.

[She shifted, looking around the party a little more, arms crossed.]

[He sighs, looking away. The conversation is really small talk and Jason isn't sure where else to take it. It's a dance...isn't he supposed to be having fun? He needs to figure out what to say and he feels utterly lost. There isn't really a protocol to follow for this. Battle tactics were way easier for him than social etiquette. If he really thought about it that was probably something else he got from dear old dad.]

[Battle tactics were much easier than people. Reyna chewed on her lip and nodded over at the refreshment table.]

I'm a little thirsty... Want to get some punch with me real quick?

[His eyes moved in the direction of the table and he found himself nodding without thinking. He then added, vocally this time.]

Now that you mention it...yes.

Come on... It's better than watching everyone else dance... They'll start to expect us to join if we do.

True. They'd probably be pretty disappointed in my abilities in that area anyway.

[Jason turns to head for the table where the refreshments are.]