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[halfbloodhillmods]

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.)

Comments

[shylyintrepid]

[He smiles. He likes the spinning]

What's regular school like in the States?

[angeliaforos]

More trouble than it's worth.

[He pulls Jehan close with a smirk, flush against his chest as they dance.]

Seriously, unless you find something that's your niche, a lot of it's just busywork. I do alright in my regular classes, I guess, but I don't really care about most of them.

[shylyintrepid]

So Mean Girls is complete fantasy?

[He blushes a little at how close they are but he doesn't mind]

[angeliaforos]

Oh, no. That's completely legit.

[Don't think he doesn't notice the blush, Jehan. It's pretty adorable, and he's smirking because he's actually kind of proud that yeah, he made that shit happen.]

Cliques are a huge thing, despite how everybody denies it, and people really do go all out for Halloween parties. And yeah, there's always that one group of girls who does something wildly inappropriate for the talent show.

[shylyintrepid]

Well, that last one I knew had to be true. There's always a group of girls and a group of guys that does stupid stuff like that. That's almost universal, I think. In my neighborhood, we have two.

[angeliaforos]

[He snorts, rolling his eyes.]

Oh, come on, Prouvaire. You can't just say that and leave me hanging.

[shylyintrepid]

I never really met them! I'm weird homeschooled kid, after all, and we don't exactly have a big Halloween thing over there. One year, though, the older group of boys ran around naked on Christmas.

[angeliaforos]

You're not weird. Relatively speaking.

And were they hot? 'Cause if they were, I'd pay money to see that. Real American dollars. Or, y'know, French...euros?

[That's what they used, right?]

[shylyintrepid]

Euros. There's only a few European countries that aren't in the EU, like Great Britain. And two of them were. The other three were just--ugh.

[angeliaforos]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

[He chuckles.]

I'm sorry I can't offer you any brain bleach for that.

[shylyintrepid]

Incidentally, that was the first and only time I've been drunk. I was home alone for three days--I said it was Christmas, but it was a few days after--and we have so much alcohol back home that no one noticed.

[angeliaforos]

Seriously? Okay, I have got to get you out of France and to a party back home, sometime.

[shylyintrepid]

It's not the same. There's a culture difference, I noticed. We're raised, or at least I was raised, that you have to be responsible with alcohol and that getting so drunk you throw up is just stupid. It isn't fun to get that drunk, it's dangerous.

[angeliaforos]

Dude, I don't get so drunk that I throw up. I don't like that, it fucking hurts.

[He looks at Jehan, almost upset, but not quite.]

Just enough that it becomes socially acceptable to dance on a table.

[shylyintrepid]

No, I didn't mean you specifically. It's a thing I see on YouTube all the time though.

[He laughs a little]

I bet you're a good table dancer.

[angeliaforos]

People post vomiting videos on YouTube? That's sick, man. I just go there for the cat videos.

[His mood flips just like that, and the cocky charmer's back, his forehead pressed against Jehan's.]

I'm an awesome table dancer.

[shylyintrepid]

Maybe sometime you can show me.

[His voice is low and he's a furious red even as he smiles at Gabriel]

I'm sure we can find a table somewhere private...

[angeliaforos]

I can figure something out.

[Sorry, Jehan, he just can't stop smiling because he's gotten you all worked up like that.]

Are you going straight home when summer session ends?

[shylyintrepid]

I have a few days before I can get my flight back home, but just about. I'll probably be back in October though. Apparently, I'm almost done with mandatory education.

[angeliaforos]

Lucky. I have a whole 'mother friggin' year left. I can't even make it out for winter break.

[shylyintrepid]

...aren't you older than I am?

[angeliaforos]

Yeah. I'm seventeen. I have another year left.

[shylyintrepid]

Hm. I guess it's the tutors. I didn't realize you were that much older than I am, though.

[angeliaforos]

[Hold the damn phone.]

...Jehan, how old are you, exactly?

[shylyintrepid]

Fifteen. I'll be sixteen in March.