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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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Must've just slipped my mind.

( He laughs despite himself, shaking his head. )

I'm Johnny. Nice to meet you, Cello Girl, I guess.

I'd lend you mine, but I didn't think anyone would forget to bring an instrument.

*Okay now she's smiling a little.*

Maya, and I brought it 'cause I figured my Dad might want to hear me play.

( Who knew all it would take was a little sarcasm! He would've gone that route much, much earlier if he'd realized.

But -- oh, her dad's here? Obviously she's not his sister, so that means she's... an Apollo kid. Duh. See, he's not completely hopeless. )

Ohhhh, makes sense. That would be like, hella cool.

I thought it was a good idea.

*Sarcasm is way more impressive than stupid questions.*

Surprised none off my siblings did...

( If that's the case, Johnny's definitely always primed for a hit-or-miss with Maya. He's, like, 50% sarcasm and 50% stupid questions 100% of the time. )

Well, that gives you, like, ample opportunity to impress your dad, then. Right?

*Then you will get more of how she greeted you, because really? There's no need for stupid questions.*

Or I'm the only one he's never heard play. Charlie writes poems, and we're the only new kids. But yeah, all the opportunities.

Well, that too, I guess.

( He shrugs. Most people find his stupid questions kind of endearing! )

I mean, as long as you're looking to impress your dad. I could see how one could be annoyed by, say, their dad just showing up and just being there. Like, really annoyed.