#feat. chelsea dalton

[thehill-rpg]

Episode 2: Whispers on The Hill Part: 1/??

The quiet shuffle of bare feet on the gravel courtyard fills the air, accompanied by the faint squeak of a rusty pool gate reluctantly opening. With a pair of composed steps, a slender figure, tall yet delicate, makes her way towards an ageing pool chair. As she reclines on its worn surface, the chair emits a soft groan of protest, bearing witness to both its own well-worn years and the age of its current resting place: Palm’s Motor Hotel. Donning a pair of Ray Bans, she settles in, clad in a casual ensemble of a Washington Nationals' tank top and a worn pair of denim short shorts. In her hand, she opens a well-read copy of Cosmo, its pages gently fluttering in the breeze. Tucked between them is a torn clipping from yesterday’s issue of The Hill, resting over an article titled ‘The Secret to Finding Your Soulmate: Date Your Alter Ego.’ A good article, offering the kind of advice you could only get out of a drunk best friend, yet not the one currently capturing her attention.

Chelsea Dalton reclines beside a pool that seems questionably operational (was that the smell of an impending bacteria infection?), her gaze fixed on the familiar words. She reads it again, for what feels like the hundredth time, each word etched into her memory. She knows every line by heart. It’s beautiful.

It’s also months of dedication, collaboration, and hopefully, justice. Sure, it’s a departure from her usual flair, and while, yes, she’d normally sell her soul for this kind of traffic on her blog, she knew there was no way her posting this story would get it the attention it deserved. Hence, her email to Violet Shard, almost three months ago. She’d been hesitant at first. Sure, she was a fan, but this was something that needed to be handled with care. She was too close to her own source. She couldn’t risk being named. However, Violet had assured her of anonymity and a series of follow-ups that wouldn’t brush any pertinent details under the proverbial rug of Washington D.C. political justice. That's why she had agreed, and why she now found herself just outside the District, technically in Maryland, waiting for said blonde journalist. 

Where was she?

As she waited for Violet’s late arrival (had her trusty Saab finally coughed its last puff of exhaust?), she let her thoughts drift over to Gray, and the party she would have been at if the news she’d just leaked to The Hill, hadn’t implicated his father. She’d probably have been in some uncomfortable sundress right now, watching as Gray loosened a tie, only for his mother to promptly tighten it again, while she discreetly passed another crab puff to Mac. Of course, she hated every second of it, but even without her mom’s urging, she hadn’t missed one since she’d moved in next door to his family at six. What could she say? She had a thing for fish paste covered Hors d'Oeuvres. And tortured artists… She’d let the last one remain unsaid, stubbornly resisting even her subconscious attempts to divert her down that worn-out, oh so familiar road. Not today, Bucko! 

Just as she was attempting to shift her focus, fate intervened with the unceremonious thud of a bottle of sunscreen hitting her thigh, yanking her back to the realm of the living—or, more accurately, a realm that didn't revolve around pining over her best-friend of twenty-seven years. “Slip, slop, slap…” She glared over her glasses at a man holding a faded beach towel and a copy of The Hill. 

While quick judgments were usually her forte, she decided to withhold hers until he extended his hands to offer assistance. She leaned towards labelling him as the "concerned dad" type rather than a creepy motel lifer. "Uh, thanks, but— Is that the latest copy of The Hill?" She hadn’t been able to pick up a copy before she’d left her house in order to get here in time and she was keen to see how Violet had followed up. “Sure, kiddo. It’s yours.” She dropped her guard, leaning over to take the paper from his outstretched hand, “Are you moving in?” She’d have answered if the headline story hadn’t caught her attention. Violet Shard, facing charges of defamation and harassment, for her latest story on Congressman Whitman and Harris. “Uh, sorry, do you mind if I–” She was already up, picking up her copy of cosmo and hurrying out of the pool area and back towards her day room and her burner. FUCK. Voicemail. “Violet, call me. I— What can I do?” 

Well, she knew one thing she could do…  

She hastily opened her laptop, disregarding the unread emails clamouring for her attention with their requests for her usual freelance work. Instead, she navigated to her blog and swiftly crafted a new post.

Ms. Whisper here, emerging from the shadows with a scoop hotter than the Capitol's political inferno. It appears our esteemed journalist, Violet Shard, finds herself in the clutches of controversy. But this isn't your run-of-the-mill scandal, my darlings—oh no, it's a tale of truth-telling and the ruthless consequences that follow. Violet dared to shine a light on the dark dealings of Congressman Whitlock and Harris, revealing their insidious involvement in the war-torn realm of Matamba. Yet, instead of accolades, she's met with handcuffs and accusations of defamation and harassment. But fear not, dear readers, for Ms. Whisper is always on the case, ready to peel back the layers of deception and hold the powerful to account. In this cutthroat world of political intrigue, even the bravest truth-seekers like Violet Shard aren't safe from the claws of injustice. So, keep your ears to the ground and your eyes peeled, because when it comes to unravelling the truth, there's no hiding from the relentless pursuit of Ms. Whisper. #StandWithViolet

Her phone buzzed—an SOS. She shot a text back that she’d be there soon. Though even with her foot planted to the floor of her beemer she knew she’d never break an hour. Hastily rummaging through her overnight bag, she retrieved a somewhat acceptable dress (she didn’t own many); though the party might've been cancelled, she was certain Gray's mom wouldn't want the reminder. Hastily, she made her way over to the shower, and tried her best to find the password to get the hot water working longer than two seconds.

She did her best to keep her hair from getting wet, as she washed her nervous sweat from under her armpits. Chelsea hadn't seen this coming without a fight, but nabbing a journalist? This wasn't just a hiccup; it was the kind of move that had First Amendment lawyers rubbing their hands with glee.

She gave up trying to tune the shower into submission and let the cold water run down her back, as she wracked her brain for a way to assist Violet beyond mere page views. Nothing. Nothing.

When it came down to taking action, what good was being Ms. Whisper if all she had in her arsenal were a sharp tongue and a quick wit? That certainly didn't grant innocent journalists a Get Out of Jail Free card, did it?

After a quick drying session (as evidenced by her dress clinging to her back and making it a challenge to slide down over her thighs), Chelsea grappled with her wayward curls, victims of the fierce heat akin to the Battle of Waterloo. With her belongings in tow, she checked out of the motel, conceding that, for the time being, there was little she could do for Violet. As for Gray, a sense of obligation stirred within her to mitigate the unintended turmoil she had caused him. Nonetheless, she refrained from assuming full culpability, acknowledging that the root of this mess lay primarily with his father. All she’d done was overhear a phone call, sneak into his office at night, and make a few dozen or so copies of a report that she only wished now had more than just Congressman Harris’ name to it.

Pulling up to Gray’s house, adjacent to her own, Chelsea switched off the ignition and discreetly covered her overnight bag with one of Mac’s car seat covers in the backseat before stepping out and making her way inside. The atmosphere was sullen, with white chairs being shuffled in and out from the patio to a van parked out front. From a distance, Chelsea observed Nora overseeing the operation with an overflowing wine glass in hand. She couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility for the sombre mood, knowing she had played a part in it, at least partially.

Following the faint strumming of a bass, Chelsea ascended the stairs, purposefully bypassing Mr. Whitlock’s study. She had been instructed to call him Brody, but it just didn't sit right with her. Instead, she made her way down to Gray’s room at the end of the second floor. Her fingers brushed against the wooden door as she announced herself before slipping inside.

"So, on a scale from six-pack therapy to a spa retreat in the German highlands, how concerned should I be about you?" She offered a tentative smile. However, the instant she caught the strains of "Darn The Dream" by Ron Carter, being plucked, she realised she was entering yodelling territory.

#second episode: whispers on the hill #writer: admin josh #feat. chelsea dalton #feat. gray whitlock #recurring feat. broderick whitlock #recurring feat. joe plecki #recurring feat. nora whitlock #location: palm motor hotel #location: the whitlock home

[thotyssey]

Sunday (6.10.2018)

UPTOWN / BRONX

SOMM TIME: Game night with Charmagne Aultra (6pm) 

BOXERS UES: Poker tournament with Butch Cordora (7pm) 

SUITE: Karaoke Sundays with Glam Gavin (10pm)

CASTRO: Latin dance party (10pm)

GIN FIZZ: SET IT OFF urban party (10pm)

EL MOROCCO: BOYZ NITE (10pm)

HELL’S KITCHEN

RITZ: Bingo with Sherry Pie & Pissi Myles (4pm);   DJs David Michael & Eugene Edo (10pm);  special edition of LOOK QUEEN hosted by Maddelynn Hatter (11pm) 

GREEN ROOM 42 @ YOTEL: Stephanie’s Child (Jan Sport, Rosé & Lagoona Bloo) host Tonys viewing party (8pm)

DALTON’S: Nicole Onoscopi hosts Tonys viewing party (8pm)

HARDWARE: Brita Filter & Jasmine Rice (6pm);  Marti Gould Cummings  hosts Tonys viewing party (8pm)  Jan Sport & Rosé with Marti Gould Cummings (11pm);   

THERAPY: Paige Turner  Chelsea Piers hosts Tonys viewing party and aftershow (8pm)

VSBU: Sucia (8pm);   Adriana Trenta with Rhiannon Nichelle (10pm) 

POSH: DJ Panos Mitos (9pm) 

RISE: Open Mic Piano Bar (11:30pm)

INDUSTRY: Kizha Carr with Lady Bearica Andrews & Terra Hyman (11:30pm)

ATLAS SOCIAL CLUB: TBA 

EAST SIDE

LIPS: Superstar Sunday with Morgan Royel (7:30pm)

UNCLE CHARLIE’S: piano bar (8pm)

CHELSEA

MONARCH: FLY Sunday (3-11pm)

EAGLE NYC: Sunday Beer Blast (5pm)

DREAM HOTEL:  DJs P_A_T & Mazurbate (5pm)

GYM BAR: Latin happy hour with DJ Alex Mendez (5pm)

BARRACUDA: Tammy Spenks hosts Tonys viewing party (8pm);  Pixie Aventura (midnight) 

REBAR:  Maddelynn Hatter & Zeta Jones with Egypt (9pm)

MEATPACKING

LEBAIN: Occupy The Disco (3-9pm);  BIRDCAGE (9pm)

WEST VILLAGE

ROCKBAR: The Urban Bear Beer Blast (4pm)   Dijoun Thompson hosts POSE viewing party (9pm)

PIECES: Bingo with Marti Gould Cummings (5pm);  Holly Dae & the men of Spunk (10pm) 

TY’S: Julian’s Video Sunday (8pm)

STONEWALL: Chocolatina & Lavinia Draper host Tonys viewing party (8pm)

HANGAR: Jasmin Van Wales (10pm)

DUPLEX: Ruby Roo (midnight)

MONSTER: Look Queen CLOSED, PARTY MOVED TO THE RITZ IN HK 

EAST VILLAGE

QUEEN VIC: Sheila Tack (3pm)

NOWHERE: POSE viewing party (9pm)

COCK: DJ Nashom (10pm) 

BROOKLYN

METROPOLITAN BAR: Free BBQ party on patio with Merrie Cherry (5pm);  Daphne Always (9pm);  Daphne Always & Ragamuffin (midnight) 

CLUB XSTASY: Karaoke with Victoria Chase (7pm)

MACRI PARK: Devo Monique with Alisha Day, Serena Tea & Princess Bitch (9pm)

DEEP END: OTTER BOX feat. Ruby Fox, Novaczar & DJ William Francis (10pm)

PIZZA PARTY: Mini Horrorwitz & Angelica Sundae with Wednesday Westwood (10pm) 

ROSEMONT: Tonys viewing party hosted by Jack Raymond & Derek Smith (8pm)

QUEENS

HOMBRES LOUNGE: NIGHT OF GODS (8pm) 

ALBATROSS: Diana Carfire (3:30pm);  Tonys viewing party (8pm)

ICON: Whendy Whaxwood hosts Tonys viewing party (9pm)

FIRE ISLAND

PINES POOL DECK: AQUA (2-6pm)

ICE PALACE: Ariel Sinclair.& Brenda Dharling (3pm);  Porsche (6pm)

CHERRYS ON THE BAY: Tina Burner (5pm);  Hedda Lettuce (9pm);   Vita Summers & Lauren Ordair (11pm)

BLUE WHALE: LOW TEA (4-8pm)

SIP-N-TWIRL: TWIRL TEA (7pm); Dance party (11pm)

PINES PAVILION: SHOWTUNES SUNDAYS feat. Bubbles D'Boob & DJ Formika (11pm)

NEW JERSEY

BRADLEY PARK: NJ Pride Fesitval (noon)

CLUB MANDALA: LATINISSIMA SUNDAYS or TBA

GEORGIES: NJ Pride Party (3pm)

CLUB FEATHERS: NJ Pride party (10pm)

Full List Here