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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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Genetics, huh? ( He raises his eyebrows, really just yelling at this point, but she's got him intrigued. ) Are you the kid of the God of Badassery or something?

( Gods may be fickle, but teenaged demigods are probably just as bad. )

Child of Ares, duh! [Someone would be a total daddy's girl given the chance.] Kinda synonymous with badassery.

Dude! That's, like, hella awesome. ( Child of Ares? He'd always thought they were supposed to be, like, douchey and unapproachable but like crazy awesome in battle so totally respectable or whatever, but... ~~screw your stereotypes!!~~ apparently not. Not that he'd ever investigated that further until now, but he's more than happy to be proven wrong.

Still, he'll be sure not to ever get on Margot's bad side.

Is it... is this... Fall Out Boy? Can it be? Two songs in a row? Everything is beautiful. )

Yessss!

[Hey, not everyone in Cabin Five is a big crazy ball of douchebag. Only about 90% of them. (And yeah. Margot's bad side is pretty hideous.)

She shrugs in a kind of, 'Yeah, NBD totes cool and everything' way before her eyes light up.

This song. Hell yes, ten points for Apollo. It'll be a moment before she carries on the conversation.]

So what about you? Whose your parent?

( Apollo is absolutely nailing it with these song choices and Johnny's lucky he has, like, demigod stamina or all this jumping around and yell-conversing would tire him the heck out. )

Uhhh! ( He's going to keep a note of enthusiasm in his voice even if he's not the most thrilled about the subject at hand, but he's legitimately having too much fun to really dwell on it. ) Dionysus! Uh -- Mr. D! Dude over there with the really heinous shirt on!

( Oh, so now it's time to sing along to the chorus? It's time to sing along to the chorus, apparently. )

[Margot bites her lip, tying not to laugh. Okay, so sometimes she forgets that Mr. D is counted amongst the Olympians and probably has kids, but the thought is still kind of funny.

She glances over at him before looking away quickly. It's weird to think that someone so cool came from someone so grumpy, god of parties or not.]

That's [cool. Say cool!] unfortunate! [Way to go brain-to-mouth filter. Let's just join in the singing to keep the embarrassment at bay, not that it's really helping her complexion at all, face going red.]

I mean, he seems nice!

( And, you know what? Her reaction actually brings the grin back to his face and he actually bursts out laughing at her last little comment. Her blush is just the cherry on top. )

Right! He's very nice and sunshine-y and rainbows all the time and it's just really great!

( Johnny adds a dramatic roll of his eyes for emphasis. No, but really, he loves Margot's reaction to his dad, because that's how he feels six hundred percent of the time. Everyone else is like "whoa that's so cool you should like throw a party dude oh man you get to see your dad all the time WHOA THAT'S SO AWESOME!!!" and Johnny's just like "no really that's okay NO REALLY I SWEAR IT'S REALLY OKAY let's not no thanks nope." He pretty much revels in trying to be infinitely cooler than his dad. )

[Not getting yelled at for badmouthing Johnny's dad is a relief. She sure as heck would have gotten surly if it were the other way around.

She can empathize with being stereotyped and while Margot enjoys playing off it to her advantage, it sometimes really blows being lumped in as 'those bloodthirsty kids that'll destroy you as soon as they look at you.' She has hobbies outside of that, okay. She does stuff. Life isn't all punching and fighting.

Johnny's comment makes the apologetic grin brighten right up, but that blush is going to take a while longer to go away. Social awkwardness at its finest.]

Oh yeeaah. He's like, totally full of sunshine and rainbows. Totally.

[She avoids Mr. D any given chance.]

Are you sure you weren't like switched at birth or something? [Smirk.]

( He's apparently blissfully oblivious to most demigod stereotypes at camp, which he'd be pretty thankful for if he realized. Pretty much his closest friend here is a daughter of Venus and he doesn't necessarily think of Heather as super girly or whatever -- mostly he just thinks about how capable of kicking his ass she is. And Margot? Johnny didn't think she looked, like, unapproachable or anything or he definitely wouldn't have danced his way over to her. Long story short: stereotypes are lame. Yuck.

Johnny furrows his brow as if in deep thought at her inquiry, having calmed down his crazy dancing considerably due to fatigue. Instead, he bounces on the soles of his shoes, nodding his head along to the beat. Finally, he gives a little smirk in response. )

You know, I think you may be on to something there.

I'm sure it's happened before. There's like, what? Two hundred million of us around.

[Okay, so that's a huge exaggeration, but whatever.

She notices him tiring, still pretty pumped herself. With a glance over at the refreshment table, she asks:] Want me to grab us some punch or something?

Yeah, probably, like, at least two hundred million. For all we know I'm probably like, actually some kid of the Big Three destined to save us all from some unspeakable terror!

( He laughs at the absurdity of that thought.

Johnny's mind is energized like crazy, but his body is disagreeing a little, probably because he's so, so terrible at pacing himself -- he goes too hard to begin with so he burns out sooner rather than later. Proooobably not a good thing, but.

He glances quickly at the refreshment table and -- ack, no, immediately looks away because he almost caught his dad's eye. Gods forbid. )

Uhhhh! That would be, like, hella awesome. I'll man the fort.

[Getting through Mr. D, that's a thing that's going to have to happen. Okay. She can do this.]

If I don't come back, make sure my funeral is a nice one.

[With a quick salute, Margot heads off to the refreshment table and... aw, crap. Conversation with Mr. D. It's always awkward, she smiles tightly because what else is she going to do? (And he calls her 'Margaret,' ugh. Does she look like her grandma?)

After a minute and some flailing, she slinks her way back off to Johnny, semi-triumphant.]

Well... I got these instead. [She holds up a couple of diet cokes with a shrug.]

Right. Funeral. Very nice. Got it.

( He pulls over to the side of the dance floor, not wanting to get in anyone's way when they're dancing their faces off. Johnny tries to resist the urge to glance back over at the refreshments table and -- fails, of course, cringing as he sees his dad (ugh) engaging in conversation with poor, poor Margot. He'll just cringe and look away, waiting anxiously for her return.

And, by gods, she makes it back successfully, and his face lights up. Miracles do happen. )

Diet Coke. Of course. ( He snorts, gratefully accepting the can and popping it right open. ) Thanks.

Could be worse... Could be regular? [That's not... any sort of consolation, honey, but she tried.

She's not a big soda drinker and fiddles with the can a moment before finally popping the tab. It'll do and there is no way in Hades she's heading back to the refreshment table.]

Hey, I'm all about the sugar. ( But he's not complaining as he takes a hearty swig of his Diet Coke. ~~Like father like son?~~ )

It really could be worse. At least they're not making us drink, like, totally healthy stuff. ( He makes a face at that. ) If I had my way, though, all we'd be drinking would be every flavor of Slurpee ever because Slurpees are the shit.

I like healthy stuff... [She's just staring at him like he has two heads, man. Look, she grew up in a place that prides itself on vegan cuisine. It's a thing.]

You know, I don't think I've ever had a Slurpee before...

Wait. Stop. No.

You've never. had a Slurpee before.

( He's wide-eyed and staring right back at Margot now, as if the thought of someone never delighting in one of life's finest offerings completely and utterly blows his mind. And, really. It does. )

Margot.

This is so serious.

Er... No? [Okay, now this is awkward. Margot shifts uncomfortably, sips at the soda to give herself something to do.]

Isn't it just a bunch of sugary water or something with flavour added to it? Is it really that serious?

I mean, I guess! But, like. Dude.

( He grins, shaking his head in disbelief. )

Like, all the people I hang around with back at home and I pretty much live off of Slurpees. It's, like, a way of life.

( Okay, maybe that's a little overdramatic, but he's pretty good at over-exaggerating things a lot. )

Well if you find one around here, I'll try one, but... I can't promise I'm gonna like it or anything.

[But at least she'll try! There's that!]

( And that's all he asks, really! )

Fair enough. ( He grins. ) It may be easier than you think...

You know those freaky awesome magic cups at the dining pavilion? Well. One day I was just, like, dying for a blue Slurpee and next thing I know, it showed up in there! It was nuts. And awesome. I mean, nothing beats the, like, experience of having one at an actual 7-Eleven with your friends, but it was a pretty decent substitute 'till I can go home.

So, I think you should try that at dinner next time. I mean, if you wannnnt tooooo.

( Is this Johnny or an excited puppy? The world may never know. )

[Excited puppy in a Johnny suit. That's where Margot's money would go.]

Okay, okay! I'm totally gonna try it next time. Tomorrow. Promise. [It'll probably be weird as Hades with her brussel sprouts, but he seems really excited about it so why not?]

Awesome! I'm telling you, you won't regret it. I live and breathe for Slurpees.

( Brussel sprouts and Slurpees might not be the greatest of combinations, but Johnny wouldn't be able to say for sure. From past experiences, he's pretty sure that they increase the quality of any given meal exponentially, though. )

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