Genre: Family/Humour
Rated: T
Summary: Apollo decides to make an award show, with the demigods and Olympians watching and getting awards. Includes, awards, stupid acts, performances, quizzes and interviews.
Characters: All of the campers, Olympians (Hestia and Hades are Olympians =.= No arguments.) and Hunters of Artemis
Setting: After the Second Titan War.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Everything belongs to Rick Riordan. But I own the plot.
The next day, Apollo was sitting, backstage, in the Olympus Auditorium.
Aphrodite was there, doing all those girl things like putting on make-up on his friend, and Hephaestus was doing lighting and sound checks - reluctantly in Hephaestus' case.
"Testing, one, two, three," Apollo said into his fibre optic microphone. After hours of testing, and trying to perfect the sound, it finally sounded fine.
Hermes appeared next to Apollo.
"Everyone's going to be here in 5 minutes. So, what is this again?" he asked, curiously.
Apollo grinned, mischievously.
"You'll see."
"You've been saying that every single time! Come on, TELL ME!" Hermes exclaimed, impatient.
"You'll see," Apollo repeated.
"Apollo, stop teasing him," his friend said, spinning around in the wheelie chair, "And Hermes, you will find out soon enough. Eventually."
She had hazel hair which came half way down her back and fell over her one of her eyes which were so pale, that they almost looked white apart from the small tingle of icy blue. Her features were extremely sharp and she was scowling, as Aphrodite tried to talk her into wearing make-up.
The girl was wearing currently wearing a ratty blue top and jeans, with black Converse shoulders, which Aphrodite looked at disapprovingly.
"Aw, come on!" Hermes complained.
"Time to change your clothes and put make-up on you," Aphrodite grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her away.
"Save me!" the girl mouthed, trying to get away, but Aphrodite was too persistent, "I don't want to wear make up! Or a dress!"
Apollo chuckled and Hermes smirked, "Nope. Revenge for not telling me what's going on!"
The girl made a face at Hermes, before she disappeared out of sight.
"I'LL GET MY REVENGE!" was the last thing heard from her for now.
"Have fun trying," Hermes smirk broadened.
"OOH! LOOK!" Apollo yelled happily, shoving the curtains aside for a moment, "People are starting to come in! Go join them."
Hermes, taken by surprise, was pushed through the curtains and fell off the stage, landing face first onto the ground.
He sat up, mumbling, "Ow... I'm going to kill you Apollo..."
"Sorry!" Apollo yelled, not being seen as the curtains were once again drawn.
The demigods that were filing through couldn't help but snicker.
Hermes glared at them and they shut up.
He then disappeared.
Annabeth was grinning widely, as most of the demigods stared, amazed at the large room and how beautiful it looked.
It was made of marble, and had 7 huge pillars about two metres wide and 5 metres long, on each side.
On top of each pillar, was a statue of one of the fourteen gods. Annabeth had decided, that, since Hades and Hestia had both helped in the war, they should, for at least this, have some recognition.
Zeus, of course, had the biggest statue, which was him holding the Master Bolt, as if he was about to throw it like a javelin; Posiedon's statue showed him welding his Trident, as he had when defeating Typhon; A helm was on Hades' statue, showing him sitting on his chariot; Annabeth had, reluctantly, put a motherly expression on Hera's face, and showed the goddess stroking a peacock's head; Demeter was walking on a path, in between a field of wheat as a fully grown woman, whereas her sister, Hestia, was sitting on a hearth, tending the fire, in the form of a 8 year old girl.
The statue of the god of war had - as he had requested in the Meeting after the war - a huge sword in his hands; the statue of his girlfriend, did not looks as beautiful as Aphrodite really looked in real life as the beauty was too hard to capture, but she looked pretty all the same, with some doves around her and a seductive look on her face.
Athena looked as wise as usual, an owl on her shoulder; Artemis had her bow out and aimed at one of the seats in the audience, which made whoever sitting there feel very uncomfortable - especially if it was a male; her brother was leaning casually against the wall, the statue wearing a pair of Ray Ban's and a lyre on the ground next to him; Hermes with his winged shoes and a hat on his head, a mailbag hanging at his side; the statue of the god of the forge showed him working hard at the forge, just like it's real self and Dionysus, the god of wine, was twirling a grapevine.
The detail on each of the pieces was amazing, and looked exactly like how the gods usually made themselves appear - apart from Aphrodite, but that was already explained. They weren't in colour, but they didn't need to be; it was an amazing sight in itself.
Apart from the statues and pillars, the auditorium had 1000 comfy, white seats, just in case (which was still pretty useless, but the real reason Annabeth had made it so, was so it showed - rubbed in - how big Olympus really was), and a lighting and sound box at the back, which controlled the 993 lights.
The storage room for the lighting and sound box - which were actually made in case the gods allowed demigods to use the Auditorium for big things (which was sincerely doubted) - held hundreds of gobos (which are pretty much pieces of special card which have a image cut in to them, so that if you slide it into a light, and turn the light on, the image will come up wherever the light is magnified. It's complicated to explain.)
The stage was at least 15 metres long, and had a magnificent red curtain
embroidered with gold at the edges hiding what was on the stage.
"This looks amazing," Percy whispered to his girlfriend of 2 weeks, grinning.
He sat down next to her, still looking around in awe, like most of the other Campers.
"I know," Annabeth smirked, "It turned out really well, didn't it?"
Behind the stage, Apollo was pacing around, getting impatient.
He would be told when everyone else was in, and wanted them to hurry up.
A few seconds later, his friend arrived next to him, grumbling.
She had on a light blue dress, which bought out her eyes, and 4 inch white, jewelled shoes. Her hair was down and as usual, partially covered her right eye. She also had some make-up on, and looked thoroughly annoyed about it.
"Thanks for helping," she muttered.
"No problem," Apollo smirked, "It's not that bad. You might actually look nice."
"I can't say the same about you. That tuxedo makes you look like an idiot."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
There were some snickers.
"Wait... are microphones on...?" the girl looked confused.
"Fu - dge..." Apollo face-palmed, "They are."
"...you're an idiot."
"Hey! You're mic's on too!"
"It's your fault! You turned it on!"
"Hey! It wasn't me that turned it on!"
"You told Hephaestus to! And stop saying 'hey' at the beginning of every. Single. Sentence!"
"Then it's Hephaestus' fault. And whoops."
"Excuse me," Hephaestus' voice called from the seats, through the curtain, "But I would prefer it for you not to blame it on me."
"...sorry."
"Yeah, Hephy! Sorry!"
"Apollo," Hephaestus' voice was unamused.
"Sorry Hephaestus."
The demigods were currently trying not to snicker any more than they already were and the gods, which had appeared without Apollo and his friend realizing rolled their eyes or chuckled.
"Is everyone here?" Apollo asked.
"My Hunters are just coming," Artemis replied.
"WELL TELL THEM TO HURRY UP!" Apollo yelled, forgetting about his microphone. Everyone winced, as his voice boomed out of every single speaker in the entire room.
"Ow..."
"Whoops."
Waiting behind the curtain for the Hunters to arrive, was probably the hardest thing for Apollo. He was extremely eager to get this started but no... the Hunters just had to take forever to get here.
He paced, impatiently, wanting the event to start.
"Apollo, stop pacing," the girl said, holding up a paper between her mouth and the microphone, so that the audience couldn't hear what was being said.
"But the Hunters are taking forever," he complained, not bothering to the same.
"APOLLO!" Artemis' voice yelled.
"What? It's true."
"Technically, he is right..." the girl murmured, removing the piece of paper.
"Ha. I win. You lose."
"That's a first," she added, grinning.
Apollo poked his tongue out at her, childishly.
"Mature. Really, mature."
"Thalia!" Annabeth's voice was heard loud and clear.
"The Hunters! About time! You're so late!" Apollo complained.
"Sorry for being late, Lady Artemis, but we had to take care of a few monsters," Thalia ignored Apollo.
"Did you have to feed them and put them to bed?" Apollo asked, cheekily, forgetting his irritation.
The girl face-palmed.
"Now that everyone's here we can begin!" she said.
"Yes, so hurry up," Hera snapped.
"Okay! Lights! Camera! Ac -"
"APOLLO!" everyone yelled.
"Jeez... chill..." he muttered, and snapped his fingers.
The curtains opened.
A spotlight fell on the two hosts, and the rest of the stage was in darkness.
"Sup everyone! I'm - as you all know - Apollo, and this is my friend and co-host Eira," he grinned widely.
"Wait! I'm the host and you're my co-host!" Eira turned around to face Apollo, frowning.
"I'm the host!" Apollo argued.
"I am!"
"I AM!"
"I AM!"
"It's on the script!"
"We don't have a script!"
"...we don't?"
There were a few chuckles.
Eira gritted her teeth.
"Okay, let's reintroduce ourselves. I'm Eira and he's Apollo, and we're the hosts for the first ever, annual Olympus Awards!"
There was silence.
"Guys, you're supposed to clap," Apollo pointed out.
"Thanks for that, Captain Obvious," Eira frowned.
"No problem, Lieutenant Sarcasm," Apollo retorted.
A few of the demigods laughed.
Eira grumbled.
"Who did you steal that off?"
"Someone who I don't know."
"I knew you weren't smart enough to make it on your own."
Zeus intersected before there was an arguments.
"And you did this without my permission?" he thundered, adding some extra thunder, just to scare them. (A/N: I love that joke... I'll never get sick of it ;) )
"Brother. Really, we don't need the dramatics," Posiedon sighed.
"You're one to talk," Hades snorted.
"Actually, you're all one to talk," Apollo grinned.
They glared at him.
"So... what are the Olympus Awards?" Aphrodite asked, playing with her hair.
"Okay, so, when we were at the meeting - us Olympians," Apollo added, for the demigods, "I was just sitting there, bored out of my mind -"
He refused to look at Zeus who looked like he was going to zap Apollo into ash.
" - and I thought about how, it had been 2 weeks since the war and none of us had fully recovered, mentally and physically, so we needed to both cheer us up and to entertain us. So... this sprang up in my mind like..."
"Athena coming out of Zeus' head?" Eira offered.
"...woah... that's just a bad image..." Apollo muttered, imagining it.
Eira stopped for a second.
"Why did you just say that...?" she moaned, "I am scarred..."
The demigods either looked like they were going to be sick, or crack up.
All the Olympians but Zeus and Athena were laughing.
"Oh no you don't!" Eira changed her expression into a smirk, "Just wait until we pick on you."
The laughter ceased from the gods immediately, and the demigods started laughing at the thought.
"Doesn't mean we're sparing most of the demigods either," Apollo added.
That shut them all up.
"Now, to start off this brilliant, amazing event," Apollo said, "We've put a list of songs together."
Everyone looked puzzled, so Eira started to explain.
"For each person, we've either put the song that commemorates the person, or a song they'd sing to someone if they had a chance. Sometimes both. Also, we'll give a small excerpt of the song as well for you to listen to," Eira smirked at the expressions, then added, "And... don't worry, some of the songs will be humiliating. Especially if you're a demigod and your godly parent is here."
READ AT LEAST THE FIRST PART OF THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE! IT'S URGENT!
Okay, now I need you all to do me two favours.
One: I've already got a few of the songs picked out... just give me song ideas for any of the characters? All the gods and for demigods, Percy, Annabeth, Nico, Thalia, Clarisse, Connor and Stoll, Katie and if you want to do any more, go ahead. You don't need to give a suggestion for EVERYONE but just a few people please.
Two: Nominations. I need you guys to select YOUR choice for who wins what award. Almost every - if not every - chapter, I will in an Author's note, tell you the award, and the nominations. So the awards that will come up first are...
Bravest Male Demigod
Nominations:
Percy Jackson - for facing 4 Titans and facing the prophecy.
Nico Di Angelo - for convincing his father to fight in the war and standing up to his family.
Charles Beckendorf - for sacrificing himself for a mission.
Luke Castellan - for sacrificing himself to destroy Kronos.
Ethan Nakumara - for - in the end - trying to destroy Kronos, directly.
(I will also accept other nominations if you can think of any.)
Bravest Female Demigod Or Mortal
Nominations:
Annabeth Chase - for sticking by Percy, dealing with his stupidness and fighting against Kronos.
Thalia Grace - for not giving up, even though she got stuck under a pile of rocks.
Bianca Di Angelo - for sacrificing herself, for the sake of a quest
Silena Beauregard - for trying to kill a drakon and saving her friends
Clarisse La Rue - for killing a drakon... easily.
NOW IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN SKIP THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE... but please don't skip it? *puppy eyes*
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Sorry about the random explanations about lighting things... I was in Lightning for our school Opera, so I know this stuff. Nerdy, I know. ;) ;)
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- The Chaos Creator
P.S. Sorry for any mistakes. I don't have a Beta..