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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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Ron, right. I'm called Daenerys.

[She laughs, taking a seat next to him and pushing some of the white-gold hair out of her face.]

I've never seen Percy put away so much, and the boy's appetite is truly voracious.

Daenerys?

[He actually furrows a brow, testing the name out. It was a different name, but he let it slide when he said it correctly with a shrug.]

Yeah, well, he's a bit shorter, innit he? So it makes it sense.

If it's difficult for you, you may call me 'Dany'. May people do.

[She nods, putting another handful of caramel corn into her mouth, little by little, and finishes chewing before she begins speaking again.]

I don't recall seeing you at camp before. Is this your first summer?

Dany. That's a boy's name though, innit?

[Wow, Ron. Rude. But he munches before making a face and shaking his head.]

End of my third year. But I sort of stick to the cabin mostly.

I suppose it can be used for either gender.

[it's something her brother had called her, long ago, and it'd stuck. She understood her name was a mouthful, after all, but it was in the Targaryen family to call their children such things.]

Which cabin?

Suppose, yeah. Just never heard it for a girl, s'all.

[But he also just says really insensitive things without thinking about it, so there's that. He swallowed and pointed in the general direction of the cabins.]

Cabin 6, Athena. [He peered at her, considering.] Seen you at the Hephaestus table during meals, don't I?

My brother gave the name to me when I was very young.

[She nods a few times, pointing towards the dining pavilion.]

That's right.

Your brother. Is he here, too, or--? [Not a Demigod.]

[He nods.]

Thought so. Bit noticeable.

He was, at one point.

[She nods, solemnly. Even though Viserys is long gone, she still is guarded at camp, as if her power-tripping older brother will show up and whisk her away from this place, as he so often used to talk about. They were better than the peons here, he said, they were destined for greatness.

Dany has found greatness within the people at this camp.]

I have not seen Viserys for almost a year. He's left on a quest far away.

[And, almost instantly, he feels bad for asking, but nods slightly. Campers missing on quests weren't something they really talked about-- almost taboo. Since normally they all knew what it meant, but he tried not to consider it as he swallowed.]

Well, suppose he'll have to return one day. But for now it's one less sibling to mess with you.