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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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[Heck, if he couldn't work it he wouldn't wear it, and it had been a choice between a black or a red suit jacket (black had been chosen because red felt too garish in the end).

The tap is unexpected, and he turns quickly, both eyebrows shooting up at the request.]

H.. heh, sure, why not. I still get to lead, right?

This time, you may.

[Though Dany's preparing herself for leadership roles in any other situation - for her dragons, to show Leo she is strong, to lead a quest - this is always something she will always follow for. She actually enjoys following, as far as dancing with a partner goes.]

Shall we?

[She holds her hand out to Dave.]

Sure. [He was just winging it, really, but the often confusing ability that his father had passed down did, at least, give him some certainty that there wasn't anything bad to come out of this.

Taking her hand, he leads her onto the dance floor.]

You got a favourite song, Dany?

I do, actually, but you'll probably not know it by name.

[When she needs to relax or focus in the forges, Dany plays CDs of film scores on the speakers in the workshop. She doesn't know if it bothers Leo or Ferb, but it certainly helps her to concentrate. She hums the song as they dance - it clashes with the club music playing, but she doesn't care much.]

Do you recognize it?

[He has to listen hard to distinguish the soft humming from the beat of the club music, even pausing in dancing to lean closer to her so he can hear.

It takes a moment, then his eyes widen faintly and he lets out a little huffing laugh through his nose.]

Shit.. is that from the Lord of the Rings movies?

That it is.

[She nods, giving Dave a knowing smile.]

It's played over many scenes of the hobbits. What is your favorite song, Dave?

Mine?

[He blinks, as if no one's ever asked him that question before.]

I don't have a favourite.

Really?

[She tilts her head to the side a bit.]

Surely there must be one that strikes you above all others.

Hm.

[He thinks about it. Actually thinks, rather than just pretending to think just to be an ass about a genuine question. Maybe she expects him to say a rap track, or the kind of thud-thud-thud music you hear coming out of beaten up Fiestas driving by your house at three in the morning.]

I guess.. do you know Daft Punk? One of theirs.

Actually, I do.

[Really, she wasn't sure what to expect. Though she likes Dave quite a bit, he is still a Roman and still foreign to her - she knows some of his mannerisms, but not all.]

I've heard Mr. D play their newest song on the Big House porch while he and Chiron play pinochle - Get Lucky, I believe it is? It's quite catchy.

[He'd have to be concerned if she had him all worked out already.]

Yeah, I know that one. You heard the Discovery album? Some fuckin' gold on there.