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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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I know. [ It takes a lot to really insult her, not that she thinks Hermione intended to do so. She twists her ankle this way and that, admiring the scariness of the studs around her heel. ] isn't it awesome?

You're looking fabulous yourself, though I wish you kept the color. Oh, well, you do what you do.

I don't know if awesome's the word I'd use. Impressive, maybe. [She might just be a tiny bit annoyed she could never pull off something like that.]

I thought the dark blue would match better. [Match what, the background? The night sky so she wouldn't draw too much attention? Exactly.] But I do appreciate your help.

It can be a totally romantic color.

Anyway, it's no big. I love doing this kind of thing so I'm really happy to help anyone, any time.

[Oh romantic is not the word she wants, but she's quick to move on.]

I suppose that comes from being one of Venus's daughters. I don't think she'd approve of one of her kids disliking beauty.

I mean, probably. She's an interesting parent, to say the least.

[ Sure, every cabin has their stereotypes and Heather hardly lets the Venus stigma get to her. Some of her siblings are sometimes vapid and giggly, but not all of them, and not all the time. ]

Did you come here with a date?

To say the least. [She couldn't help but repeat the phrase. She still held onto the judgment that the kids from Aphrodite/Venus were a bit obsessive about useless things, but that suited her just fine. At Heather's question though she paused, giving off a surprised look before shaking her head.]

I came here with Ron. [It was sort of a date though. But not, because it was still Ron. How it all worked she didn't know.]

[ Heather takes that as an open-ended response and her entire face betrays whatever cool she wants to convey in her next comment. ]

That's nice! I came here with a friend too, actually. Ven and I are in the same cohort and he makes sure I get out of bed for training before breakfast.

[ And he breakdances, which is obviously the best part of him being her date. ]

The blond boy, right? [Well that was a very, very vague description, but she's semi-familiar with Ven's existence.] He seems like the type to actually enjoy this.

Yeah, like - [ Her hands form vague points over her head, obviously in reference to how his hair stands on his head. ]

Yeah, he totally does. That's part of the reason why I asked him!

You're lucky that way. Ron isn't really the type to enjoy anything too social.