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halfbloodhill_logs2013-08-07 07:48 pm
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Entry tags:
- alcuin delauney [kushiel's legacy],
- apollo [pjo],
- charles miller [oc],
- courfeyrac [les miserables],
- dave strider [homestuck],
- dionysus [pjo],
- eponine thenardier [les miserables],
- heather o'toole [american idiot],
- hermione granger [harry potter],
- jean prouvaire [les miserables],
- john egbert [homestuck],
- johnny mason [american idiot],
- leo valdez [pjo],
- margot sullivan [oc],
- maya matlin [degrassi],
- naomi mikano [original character],
- natalie goodman [next to normal],
- sadie kane [the kane chronicles],
- ventus bradford [kingdom hearts]
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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.)
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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Punch.] Errrr... [She glances at the refreshment table. Yep. Mr. D is there. And she's got a flask in a thigh holster.
Well, she's not afraid of him. And she's got Charlie to impress.] Sure thing. Lead the way.
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TO THE REFRESHMENTS!
Yeah, it's surprising he hasn't had an energy crash yet.] Let's go! It'll be like an adventure. Er. A really short one.
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Still, he troops on and to the refreshments, leading the way like a gent.]
should we ask for a Mr. D up in here?
[She says follows him along, until they make it to the table.]
oh god yes that would make this so much better
[Hey girl, fall doesn't have to mean goodbye.]
Dear powers that be,'may we have a Mr. D?
[Jersey. Heh.] Shouldda known. What part? I lived there till I was 7. Parents owned a bar and inn.
YO MISTER D. And I'll wait after this tag ahaha.
I live in Griggstown and if you came to visit, that would be SO COOL! We can camp in the backyard and ride bikes in the park and play video games and Dungeons and Dragons... You can even meet Andy!
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He definitely smells the alcohol on Eponine, and he narrows his eyes at her, almost like he's waiting.]
Taking a younger one under your wing...Emily? That's not like you.
[Naturally, if she even tries to do something to the punch with her flask, it'll just turn the entire bowl into Diet Coke.]
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[Her smile doesn't meet her eyes, though, as it rarely seems to. And, to be honest, his slip-up with her name hurt more than it should have. Figured if anyone was forgotten by Mr. D, it was going to be her.]
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[He knew an Emily once back in kindergarten. She pushed him the sand box and made him cry. There may be some resentment tied to that name.]
Ep showed me around camp a lot and she's gonna make me an Apollo Scout badge!
[Everyone needs to know about Apollo Scouts, he feels, as he pours punch into a couple of cups.]
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[Secretly. He knows everybody's name, but it's so much easier to put up the front that he doesn't particularly care.
He reaches into a cooler next to him, handing them both Diet Cokes.]
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That one is Charlie. [Remember his name 'cause that kid is awesome. To be fair, she isn't excited about the idea that everyone's going to give Charlie a hard time because he's been spending time with her. Of course, it's to be expected. She isn't a good role model by any means. But she cares about the kid. Hopefully she can shield him from the reality of her life and what it means to be her.]
I'll pass on the coke, I'm down for the punch. [She accepts the cup from Charlie.]
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He takes the can of Diet Coke, still holding the punch in his other hand. Double drinks, neat.]
Yeah... Uh, I promise I'll behave..? [Does that help? He seems hopeful.]