Walking on Sunshine

[archibaldgoldenboy]

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, sorry, I was just...," he let the sentence trail off. Nate didn't really wanna get into it. In fact, he was pretty sure if he thought any longer about his whole shitty situation with 'Gossip Girl', his brain was gonna explode. He focused on opening the window-- that he could do at least. "There we go," he smiled, turning back to her before a light bulb (low watt, of course) went off in his head-- "Oh hey. You're Eleanor Waldorf's, ah... P.A, right?"

[p-as-in--phoebe]

"Thank you so much. The air conditioning is not doing it for me" Phoebe smiled at the boy helping her as he was recognising her, or at least her job. It's not ideal to be know as "Eleanor Waldorf's PA", but it was amazing to be known. "Yes, I am. Phoebe Walker. " she smiled again, presenting him her hand. Somehow she knew him, but wasn't sure exactly how. " Have we met before? I'm sorry but I'm not sure..."

[walker-on-sunshine]

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Probably a bit of both, huh? And--," Jesse started before cutting himself off. Was that...? No way, it had been ages. Years. Plus, he'd barely had a fully grown brain the last time he'd seen her (debatable if that was still the case now). "Are you...?"

[p-as-in--phoebe]

WOW! Phoebe's brain stopped mid thinking as she was looking right into her baby cousin Jesse's face. It was him, right? It had to be. "Phoebe? Are you asking if I'm Phoebe? Hell yeah, I am! So you are Jesse, I'm not dreaming..."

[spenceking]

"It's a miracle that anything else gets done."

[p-as-in--phoebe]

"Right? I'm starting to think this should be my official new job: party goer. I'd be great, you know?"

[hunky-huntzberger]

"That must be what keeps us coming back every time. Can I get you a drink?"

[p-as-in--phoebe]

"Absolutely. I mean... absolutely, that's why we keep coming back; and absolutely ,you can get me a drink. "

[petervanderbilt]

Normally Peter would not bother to go to parties such as this, honestly he didn't think he was going if it wasn't for his brothers and their constant nagging. After what felt like 40 text messages to get his ass over there (it were perhaps maybe 3 in total, dramatic much) Peter found his way to the party for Ceren, he should say hi to her and Logan when he overheard someone say something.

"Oh you must want to go to Brazil, I call that partying."

[p-as-in--phoebe]

This was very different from all the parties back at home. Champagne flutes instead of red solo cups, people smelling fabulous and no one sleeping in the bushes. The UES was on another level, that's for sure. And even though she didn't have the same experiences as everyone else at this party, Phoebe somehow felt like she was exactly where she should. -"Brazil? Never went there... but maybe someday, who knows? How's the party scene, there? - Phoebe laughed, trying to seem carefree, as she thought she should know this stranger's name. He seemed familiar, even if she couldn't pinpoint exactly why.

[archibaldgoldenboy]

"... Sorry, I wasn't-- What did you say, again?" @tfrstarters

[p-as-in--phoebe]

"The Window! Can you please open it up just a bit? I'm dying in here"

[itsyaboy-jase]

                     Jason sometimes genuinely wondered why he kept coming to these Upper East Side parties. Sure, it was a chance to see people like Nick and Carter, and perhaps a certain Vandervort sister, but he found himself enjoying them less and less these days. At least the Hunters kept good scotch, he mused, swirling the amber liquid and ice in his glass as he looked at one of the large photos of Ceren displayed around the space. @tfrstarters

[p-as-in--phoebe]

After entering the party, Phoebe went straight to the bar. She didn't need the alcohol to enjoy the party, truly, but if she wanted to mingle with the right crowd, she'd need a bit of that liquid charisma. The UES can be a tough crowd. "Jason? Am I drunk already or is it really you?"

[babbyyybeaumcnt]

Baby was walking around taking in the view when she stopped at a particular photo of Ceren smiling, there was something about the photo that just drew her in, perhaps it was the genuine joy she felt radiating from the picture. “How beautiful…” She whispered softly.

[p-as-in--phoebe]

Leaning against the wall of photos with a drink in hand, Phoebe was just trying to see if she could name everyone at the party when she heard the compliment. "Oh, this dress? Thank you for noticing! I kind of made it myself. I loved the fabric"

[p-as-in--phoebe]

@tfrstarters

"Oh New York... No one does parties quite like you do."

[filthy-reckless-rp]

♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Phoebe Walker Pronouns: She/Her Age: 28 years old Hometown: TBD Occupation: PA to Eleanor Waldorf Social Status: TBD Faceclaim: Lily James

Who Is Phoebe?

“When did we all stop believing in magic?”  

You know there’s nothing I love more than a bright eyed newcomer trying to make it on the Upper East Side. So often they fail, crash and burn, go speeding back to whatever little no name town they came from. Not you though, Phoebe. Oh no, you’ve managed to keep up with the best of us so far. Being the right hand of thee Eleanor Waldorf has given you access most could only dream of. I wouldn’t mind picking your brain for all the scandalous secrets the Queen Mother herself has been keeping. Call me any time for a catch up. I’ve seen the way you move around different social circles, easily fitting in and charming whoever needs charmed. You’re ambitious and not afraid to break a nail. Your past is something of a mystery even to me but I suppose here is the place everyone goes to be reborn, right? I have a feeling that anyone who decides to underestimate you will quickly end up burned. You can believe in dreaming big, in magic and wonder while still tripping the competition up in your Jimmy Choos. Can’t wait to see you again.

A Little Extra

Phoebe Walker always knew that she was destined for greatness. Some things you just can’t fight and honey? Destiny is one of them. Growing up she consumed every issue of Vogue, every biopic of the hottest designers and spent every last dollar she had on fabrics, glitter glue and thread. The next name to storm the fashion scene will be hers. All that mattered to her was getting on that plane to New York City and letting her real life finally begin. Friends are cool and all but fashion is forever. Phoebe has always been a little fickle in her relationships and while she’s always been very popular, she will backstab when necessary. No one is going to get ahead of her even if she does have to fight a little dirty. When the time came to pack up and move to New York, there wasn’t much a plan in place. Luckily for Phoebe, she found Emmeline Fairchild’s ad for a ‘roommate wanted’ before almost anyone else. She even told the other person who came to the interview the spot was taken (oospie).

Emmeline loved her spirit. The two became fast friends and agreed to have each other’s back in the apartment. If a one night stand wanted to stay for breakfast? They’d get kindly kicked out by whoever was up first. Too tired to cook? There’s always communal leftovers in the fridge. Phoebe might not understand why Emmeline walked out on her super rich family to ‘make it on her own (kinda)’ but each to their own. With a roof over her head and some of Em’s besties in her phone, Phoebe started showing up to the hottest parties and shaking the most important hands. She had a number of odd jobs while working on her own designs. One that gifted her a lot of gossip was ‘personal shopper’. Phoebe would listen in all day while she helped whichever fashionably lost Upper East Sider and make mental notes. It was a crash course on the ‘who’s who’ and ‘where’s where’. Next she landed the gig of a lifetime: personal assistant to Eleanor Waldorf herself. Now Phoebe is a breath away from her ultimate dream and nothing is going to get in her way. It’s destiny.

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

It’s not known in NYC (yet), but Phoebe left her hometown for a LOT MORE than her aspiring career. After college, her high school boyfriend got into drug dealing and Phoebe was also part of the scheme. It was hard to keep away from everything when he kept showering her with whatever she could dream of: luxury cars, luxury bags, luxury shoes, luxury lingerie.

When the FBI got into town and started asking questions, it wasn’t difficult for Phoebe to trade her freedom for his. She was a snitch. And even though she wasn’t particular proud of that decision, she knew it was for the best; at least her best. The ex-boyfriend is currently in jail, and even though he knows what Phoebe did, he understands that move. In some way he always knew that what matters more to Phoebe Walker IS Phoebe Walker.

Connections

Emmeline Fairchild - the roommate and first real friend in NYC!

Blair Waldorf - Eleanor’s daughter is a number, an email, an appointment that Phoebe has had to scheduled and reschedule. She feels for Blair even if she can’t say anything about it.

Felicity Sanderson and Julian Donovan - Emmeline’s two BFFs. One very, very fun and one cute but boring.

Peter Vanderbilt - Phoebe wouldn’t mind being given a private tour of his gallery, if you know what I mean.

William Huntzberger - one name that came up constantly when she was a personal shopper. From what Phoebe’s heard, she’s sure he’s pretty shady but what was that about curious cats, again?

[femalestunning]

pipbourdillon: Lily on film 🍸