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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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[Sadie shrugs]

Probably.

[Truth be told...Sadie still doesn't know a lot of the kids here or what to make of them. Not going to say that, of course, but]

He'd probably give me a look and drag me out onto the dance floor if I didn't drag him to the food first.

[On the one hand, she couldn't always relate to the kids at camp in terms of making friends. She'd come to Camp Half-Blood with her best friend and she mostly got on with everyone. Mostly. On the other, she did understand being out of place.]

When was the last time you saw him?

Right before my darling brother the Pharaoh called me to Egypt and told me I had to come here to help train any initiates that showed up.

[Yep. Still bitter about that]

After that, Walt told me he'd try and meet me here but no promises--which is to be expected with him, honestly, I'd've been surprised if there wasn't something he needed to take care of first--and if it weren't for this stupid dance I probably wouldn't be so annoyed by it all.

[Oh Sadie, your bitter is definitely showing.]

I suppose we should be glad this will be over in a few hours then. [She pauses briefly to tuck back a piece of loose hair.] If it's any consolation, I don't think you're the only one who's here and miserable.

[She's going to be bitter until she gets a chance to deck her brother. Or rant at him. One of the two.]

Really? Everyone else here looks pretty happy to me, except that one blond guy in the corner.

[Namely Enjolras.]

I get the feeling that's normal for him, though.

[She glances toward said-boy, and upon spotting Enjolras she shrugged.] I wouldn't say unhappy, but. [She shook her head.] Perhaps some people are better at hiding it than others.

If you say so. What is this dance even for, anyway? The DJ of the Gods over there, is it his birthday or something?

All of the gods have sacred days. This just happens to be one of Apollo's and since he's the god of music this seemed appropriate.

One of? What, he has more than one?

[Greedy there, isn't it?]

Er, sorry. That was phrased incorrectly. As far as I know he only has one. [Hermione, stop focusing on other things and pay attention.]

Geez, you GreeksandRomans [yes, said as one word] are awfully greedy.

[Sadie snickers a bit. An attempt at a joke, but seriously. Y'all need to leave some for the rest of the world]

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Hah. Hah. [She couldn't exactly disagree though.] You'll get used to it if you're here long enough, I'm sure.

Oh joy.

[Another snicker]

I'm awful with names--I know you're in the Hecate cabin but honestly? I only know Natalie and Scott's names off the top of my head. [Largely because Sadie still wasn't sure she was going to be here long enough to care but she might as well try since she's going to be here at least another month, more than likely.] What's yours again? Again, sorry.

Natalie and Scott are fairly common names though. [She doesn't seem too fussed though.] It's Hermione.

Hermione.

[Sadie nods]

And I'm Sadie.

I know. [She suddenly stops, shaking her head. Reign in the know-it-all, Hermione.] I mean, I know just because Natalie mentioned it to me. Nice to meet you properly, Sadie. I know Camp Half-Blood isn't your first choice, but if there's anything I can do to make things easier, let me know. I'll try to do what I can.