[philippasoloway]

haydstew‌:

       He chuckled when the realization that he was, in fact, a stranger dawned on her. “No, I don’t believe so. Sorry to disappoint. It looks great, though. Really.”

Her own uncertain smile came over her lips when he chuckled, glad that he’d had a positive reaction to her surprise. “It’s alright, I’m not disappointed,” she offered back, not wanting him to feel bad. “You think it’s worth the money, then?”

[philippasoloway]

swiped right \ tinder interaction

Philippa: Cooper! Hi! It's me, Phil!

Philippa: I mean you probably already know that. Look though, I'm doing Tinder!

Philippa: Thanks for helping me make it again.

[philippasoloway]

7, 17, 31

7: blocked anyone?

answered!

17:  Who was the last person you texted?

Cleo! ❤️

31:  What was the worst call you received from someone?

Most likely the call she got about her grandmother passing away as they were rather close.

[philippasoloway]

6, 7, 8, 11

6: Do you clear notifications straight away or just let them build up over time?

She lets them build up, but not intentionally! She gets too immersed with whatever she’s doing, and then forgets to clear them.

7: Have you blocked anyone on your phone?

No blocking here!

8: contact picture: probably the one he sent her to recognize him at the airport, haha!

11:  Name three apps that are installed on your phone.

1. iCircuit 2.  AutoCAD 3. Space Corgi

[philippasoloway]

samuelantwi‌:

He was too aware, too awake, senses playing on overdrive as he skimmed the restaurant every few seconds to see if she was approaching - and, once she was, Samuel was filled with a familiar sensation of rightness.

She was as beautiful in person as in the photos he requested quite often. Good. He’d chosen well.

He came to his feet, and if he quite forgot to smile, then he could be forgiven for that. Philippa hadn’t needed to know that he was disinclined to leave his estate for so many years, but sometimes face to face socialization wasn’t as familiar to him anymore as it used to be. She brightly began to chatter the moment she was within range, and that time his eyes did light with a certain degree of amusement. Yes. Just like her texts and emails. Of course.

Thank God she hadn’t introduced herself as Phil this time.

“You look like your pictures as well,” he murmured, his accent light and lilting. “Just as lovely.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand before he moved to pull her chair from the table for her. “Have a seat, please. You like wine, I trust?”

Philippa never thought much about the photos he requested. After all, it was human nature to be curious, right? And perhaps he was a decently visual person. Sure, most of the people she considered friends didn’t ask for pictures as often as he did, but she was notoriously bad at categorizing people, and learned quite a while ago that people didn’t fit neatly into little boxes. So she took it for what it was. 

But at least she had some sort of base to work with from online interactions, even if she wasn’t sure how to fit his facial expressions into that yet. And she thought she’d done well to remember to say Philippa instead of Phil. She generally preferred the latter, with her full name feeling too stuffy and...almost too elegant for her, not a name she really felt like she encompassed— but she didn’t mind it all that much .

Her head tilted to the side as she picked up on his accent, and her curiosity piqued a bit. “Oh- I didn’t realize you’re not from...well...here,” she finished with an uncertain smile. Did that make sense? “But that’s neat!.” She didn’t want him to think she was being rude. Then— a small wave of surprise at the style of his greeting. Then again, perhaps he was just a touchy man. Giving him a polite, “Thank you before taking her seat, she glanced over at the wine. Here was something she actually knew something about, having taken an interest in wine production and the machinery involved some time ago. “Oh, yes! I worked for a moment with Castello di Amorosa. Their filtration system was having some problems.” Perhaps some would think she was bragging, but in reality— engineering was often one of her...default topics of conversation when nervous.

[philippasoloway]

samuelantwi‌:

Date/Time: Monday, February 3rd, 2020 || 8pm Location: Bistro by the Atwater Tagged: @philippasoloway​

Finally, after months of correspondence and financial support, Samuel had a reason to see Philippa. Sugar baby seemed a crass term on his tongue. Companion seemed better. But, regardless, she was…someone under his support. Someone he had invested time and energy and money into, during his time of loneliness, tucked away in his estate with nothing but a computer to connect him to the world outside of his household staff.

He hadn’t been able to attend the Founders Celebration. He wasn’t…ready yet. But tonight was different. A few exchanged texts, a request for a late dinner, and perhaps finally he’d receive a return on his investment, after all this time.

He’d already ordered a fine bottle of red wine, and had his server standing at wait near the kitchen to come and take his order at the precise moment he was prepared. For the moment…he waited.

Philippa was excited to finally get to meet Samuel in person, albeit a bit nervous. It was always hard to tell if online rapport would translate well to interacting in person, but things had gone well with Rory, right? So hopefully things would also go well here. It would be terribly awkward if they didn’t. After all, she was meant to be a nice companion for him in exchange for his financing her projects. If she couldn’t deliver on that part of the bargain, how would she be able to pay back all the money he’d given her.

In truth, she thought it was bit of a strange practice in the first place, paying for companionship. She wouldn’t have minded just being his friend for friend’s sake, but the site had made the trade clear...at least in her eyes. But maybe it had to do with people with more money having less time to find people to socialize with. Everything else was online at this point, why not this too? 

She arrived just a bit before the time he’d instructed, but the hostess informed her that he was already here, and showed her to the table. When Samuel came into view, her nerves spiked knowing that she hadn’t always been the best with in person interaction. “Samuel?” she asked, then shook her head a little. “Of course you’re Samuel. You look just like your pictures, and who else would be sitting here?” That’s enough, Philippa. Her mental voice chided her to stop while she was ahead. If she was even still ahead. “I mean you’ve probably figured it out but— I’m Philippa,” she offered with a tentative smile, and an outstretched hand for him to shake.

[philippasoloway]

haydstew‌:

 “Oh, I think that color looks great on you. You should totally get it,” he said to the other with an encouraging grin, a collared shirt in his own hand as he inspected the price tag. 

@catalinastarter​

Philippa looked down dubiously at the outfit she’d put on, not usually one to gravitate towards color, but having tried this on a whim. “You think so?” she asked, expecting to look up and see someone she knew. After all- who else would comment on her clothing choices? “Oh- I don’t know you,” she said mildly, and somewhat absently as she found the man’s face. 

[catalinamemes]

SECURITY BREACH!

Due to a glitch and power shortage in their systems, your phone had been unlocked and is vulnerable for the next thirty-six hours. This means information on your phone cannot be hidden and questions regarding it must be answered. Your phone provider sends their deepest apologies, and will return to normal and secure service as soon as possible. Sorry for the inconvenience! 

Unlock your phone…

1…What is your most used app?

2…What is the last thing you have written in your Notes app?

3…What is the last photo taken on your phone?

4…Do you prefer to text or call?

5…What countries are your world clock?

6…Do you clear notifications straight away or just let them build up over time?

7…Have you blocked anyone on your phone?

8…What is my muse’s contact photo on your phone?

9…What is my muse’s contact name on your phone?

10…Who is the most interesting person in your contacts?

11…Name three apps that are installed on your phone.

You’ve got (1) unread message…

12…Have you ever drunk texted someone? If so, who?

13…Have you ever sent someone a sext? If so, who?

14…Have you ever ghosted someone before? If so, who?

15…What is the last text you sent to my muse?

16…Do you send more than one text at once?

17…Who was the last person you texted?

18…Have you ever sent someone a paragraph of text? Why?

19…What was the best text you received from someone?

20…What was the weirdest text you received from someone?

21…What was the worst text you received from someone?

22…Do you leave your read receipt on or off?

Ring! Ring! Dialling…

23…Who is on your speed dial?

24…Have you ever drunk dialled someone before?

25…Have you ever prank called someone before?

26…Have you ever dialled 911? Why did you have to dial it?

27…Who was the last person you called?

28…Who would you call in an emergency?

29…What was the best call you received from someone?

30…What was the weirdest call you received from someone?

31...What was the worst call you received from someone?

32…If my muse were to have a ringtone in your muse’s phone, what would it be?

33…What is your default ringtone?

[philippasoloway]

cooperhirsch‌:

tagging ( @philippasoloway​ )

founder’s day masquerade ball

Cooper had a bit of trouble recognizing everyone with their masks on and he knew a whole bunch of people. They always seemed to know who he was though. He wasn’t sure that happened. Leaning towards the young lady next to him he whispered to her,“Is it just me or does everyone look like each other with the masks? How am I supposed to know who I can dance with if I don’t know them?”

To be honest, Philippa hadn’t entirely been paying all that close of attention to where she was...or the party. She’d never been good at big things like this, never sure what to do with herself at them. So she was surprised when she heard a vaguely familiar voice close to her ear, instinctively turning towards it as the man spoke. “Oh!” she said in a moment of recognition. “You’re the one who looked after Mac...right?” She was fairly nearly certain it was him. “Then I fixed your car in the parking lot.” But she nodded in agreement. “It can be a bit confusing. But..uhhh...” she tried to find some solution to his question before saying, “You could dance with me? If you wanted to.”

[philippasoloway]

charlie-ansel‌:

Tagging: @catalinastarter​ Place: Founder’s Day Ball Time/Date: Saturday, January 25; 9:30pm

It was only about halfway through his shift before the next photographer would take his place, and things had started to slow down a little. As was usually the case as these kind of events, the first hour and last hour would be the busiest. The time in between was mostly stragglers, of which there were surprisingly few at the Founder’s Day Ball, and the lightweights who were already drunk and dragging friends over for goofy photos. When it looked like they’d have a slight lull in the stream of people looking for physical memories of the night, Charlie sat on the stool he had against the wall for a quick break. His interpreter had run off to get a drink or something. Events like this, anywhere he was photographing people really, were the only times he had an interpreter with him. Besides the chaos of so many people being around, he was also looking at people through a small viewfinder, with a camera positioned about six feet away from them. It was far from the most ideal circumstances to try and lipread, so he typically didn’t bother to try.

He looked around when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and started to stand, looking around for his interpreter. He still wasn’t back yet. Oh well. Charlie would have to manage alone for a few minutes. “Hey, looking for a photo?” Charlie signed as he spoke.

Philippa wasn’t entirely sure why she’d been invited to the Ball in the first place, but she figured it had something to do with the man who’d been funding her inventions, and who had bought her the golden dress she was sporting. But the truth was...she’d never really liked big crowds, or parties. They only shone a brighter light on the fact that she was primarily clueless when it came to making sense of people and interacting with them. So now she’d chosen to try and find a nice place to sit and rest, and get a drink...and perhaps hope to run into some familiar face. Cleo had to be around here somewhere, didn’t she? In her hunt for both a person she knew, and a drink to distract, it seemed she had mistakenly found the photobooth instead. At the sound of a voice, and a question, she looked over to see the man signing, and then looked around in confusion at her surroundings. A simple “Oh” passed over her lips as she realized this was, indeed, a photo-station.

She hesitated for a moment before making her own attempt at ASL, signing along with her words. “I didn’t realize this was the photobooth, sorry.” Her attempts weren’t an absolute butchering of the language, but her signing was fairly rudimentary. But there’d been a time in school that a good chunk of her engineering peers and her had learned some ASL as an attempt to get past being unable to hear each other in the loud environment of their trade. “Did you want a photo?” It was always polite to offer in return, right?

[philippasoloway]

founder’s day masquerade ball. + [ philippa soloway. ]

philippa’s ensemble for the ball — chosen and paid for by her generous benefactor and friend. (read: sugar daddy)

[philippasoloway]

pets and companions. + [ philippa soloway ]

XENOPHILIUS. — green basilisk

named after the father of one luna lovegood in the harry potter series, a character philippa has always strongly identified with

the first pet phil got shortly after moving in with grant kennedy while they were dating

often seen running on water in the wild, giving them their nickname of ‘jesus christ lizard’

adopted because this was the closest phil thought she could get to owning a dinosaur

MAC & CHEESE. — pembroke welsh corgis

brothers! they were litter-mates and were already named mac & cheese when phil adopted them

originally phil went to the shelter to get one dog, but instead came home with two, unable to break up brothers

mac is the more serious and well-behaved of the two, while cheese is a goofy, doofy boy who gets into everything

LOUISE. — savannah monitor 

named after beulah louise henry, a famed female inventor often known as ‘lady edison’ and one of phil’s personal heroes and inspirations

was an illegal capture taken from the wild while still fairly young. was deemed unfit to be released into the wild once more, and put up for adoption

can be seen around catalina being walked by phil with her leash and harness

[philippasoloway]

mayabaxter‌:

“Fiction, mostly just reality based stories, nothing in fantasy or sci-fi,” she replied with a shrug, “I don’t that much of an imagination to create entire worlds.” Maya wasn’t sure if she was being taken seriously or if the girl was also humouring her and playing along with the conversation, something which Maya only went along with to not seem rude, besides she knew nothing about cars if holding her tongue meant she wouldn’t be charged extra, then she would kill all her snide remarks that wished to be set free. “Yeah, maybe you could provide backup vocals,” she replied offhandedly, wishing to get back to matters at hand. She should be a little concerned when she said she didn’t need the papers, but Maya was on a schedule, any doubts about the girl’s ability will have to be judged when it actually came to fixing the vehicle. Nodding at her question, Maya went back to the rental and roared it back into life, wincing at the god awful sputtering that filled the silence. ‘There you are,” she said, pulling it into the garage, “I hope it doesn’t catch on fire or explode and I really hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I mean you’re creating a whole world in your fiction, right?” Phil said with a bit of a shrug, thinking she was helping by saying such a thing. “Like— maybe it’s not a new language or anything but...it’s a world different than the one we live in ‘cause you’ve put these characters into it, right? And brought it alive.” A moment later, Phil looked a bit embarrassed, realizing perhaps she’d gotten a bit too invested in this whole book situation. But books were another thing she felt rather strongly about. Phil brightened at what she perceived as another joke about the car sounds, though her chuckle stopped halfway through once she realized the comment hadn’t been given with that much humor behind it. Or had it? Was she supposed to laugh...? “Thanks,” Phil said, meeting the woman and the car inside the garage. But a small frown came over her lips as once again someone seemed to question her ability to know what she was doing. “I do know,” she commented flatly before opening up the hood of the car. “And it’s not an exploding sound. Or a fire one.”

[philippasoloway]

cooperhirsch‌:

Without thinking Cooper scooped the pup out of the pretty lady’s arms. He set the little boy up on the counter, considering him for a moment. “A little tummy ache,” He frowned at the dog, before petting the small doggo. “Did something big happen in his life?” Cooper asked before squatting down to look at Cheese. “Hello, Cheese! You’re a good brother for coming with him!” Standing back up he softly examined the pup,“The good news is he doesn’t seem like he has any physical issues that I can find.”

Philippa released the pup, knowing that he’d be alright in a capable vet tech’s hands, though there was still a flicker of concern on her features simply for the sake that Mac wasn’t feeling his best. “We just moved here, so I thought maybe that might have something to do with it but— I just wanted to make sure. Or find out how I might help him be less stressed?” Her worry turned a bit softer though as the man talked to Cheese, the beginnings of a smile hinting on her lips. “Cheese is a good boy,” she praised as she gave him an ear scratch. “And Mac is too!” she added hastily, not wanting her other boy to feel left out. Her shoulders sagged with some relief though. “That’s good. I like not having any physical issues.”

[philippasoloway]

daphnexpalmer‌:

Daphne was having a rough week all around. Which had been made only worse when she’d turned on the car that morning to hear it making some sort of awful clacking noise. She’d immediately phoned the auto shop, trying her best to relay the noise it was making to the person who’d answered the phone. She’d said a silent prayer on her way over to the auto shop that the whole thing didn’t just break down in the middle of the street. So when the other woman spoke to her, she nodded her head. “Sorry, yes” she said. “I have no idea what’s going on with it. It ran fine just yesterday.” She sighed, hoping whatever was wrong with it could be repaired quickly and for not a lot of money. “I would appreciate you taking a look at it.” Her eyes were almost pleading.

“Oh, no! You don’t have to apologize! They were really helpful.” Phil’s sincerity with the words was unmatched, acting as if it wasn’t a joking matter in the least. They had been some great car sounds in her opinion. “That’s alright,” she tried to placate uncertainly, doing her best to navigate the foreign set up of the auto shop programming on the computer. “I can probably just look at it right away if you’d like? We’re not very busy at the moment.” Phil didn’t think they had any appointments left to see today. At least— that’s what the schedule they’d given her said. But she knew it could sometimes change, and she wasn’t sure how to check such a thing on the computer. “Any other problems you’ve had with your car besides the noise?”

[philippasoloway]

12.01.2019 // flashback

[philippasoloway]

roryhirsch‌:

Picking people up in airports, Rory mused, was the worst possible way to exercise free will. But he was more than happy to provide an exception for this one case — he’d regularly corresponded with Phil since their fateful virtual meet-up in a particularly heated discussion thread, and was positively ecstatic to finally put a face to the name. Despite their texts, however, the man remained wary of who actually was on the other side of the screen. Who knew if they actually ended up weird and well into their sixties? Rory had made a fair number of strange friends over the years, but despite his mind’s admittedly rational heated protests to ditch the meeting altogether, his innate curiosity overpowered due concern.

He’d called out to no avail over the past few minutes, wondering belatedly whether this Phil person was a figment of his overactive imagination and his desire to be involved. Rory was mere moments away from surrendering altogether, when someone had finally responded to his call. Following the source of the voice with his gaze, he was more than surprised to find his eyes landing on someone who decidedly did not look like the old man he’d originally envisaged Phil to be. “Phil?” greeted Rory back, letting out a bemused chuckle, “you’re-you’re kidding, right? This is a trick, and there are cameras on me right now.” It wasn’t a question so much as it had been a pointed statement. He glanced around in the hopes of finding the object in question before he’d unwittingly landed a segment in some YouTube prank collection, though his efforts were futile. “Because shit, you’re…” not at all who I expected would’ve been the far more appropriate response, but what came out of his lips had been wildly different, “…so young!”

Philippa hadn’t thought all that much about Rory would look like. Mostly she was just intrigued by his brain, and his sense of humor. So when he’d sent his picture along to recognize him, she’d simply cocked her head to the side and thought huh. So that’s what he looks like. Admittedly he was better looking than she assumed most people on the internet were, but she was also bad with guessing ages and couldn’t quite tell where he would lie on that spectrum. 

Her smile was bright though as they got closer to one another, and she raised a hand to give him a hearty and friendly wave. “Yes, Phil! That’s me!” she replied brightly, eager to finally be meeting he friend in the flesh. As he chuckled and asked about cameras, she looked around in vague confusion, as if searching for these cameras. “Oh- uh- no I didn’t bring any cameras?” She’d always struggled with catching people’s jokes as she got used to their humor in person. But she could guess a bit more why he was speaking about cameras and tricks as he got to the part about her age. “I’m not that young,” she responded with a bit of a chuckle, grinning because he seemed to be so amused. “I just turned 28 in September!” Not realizing that it was often inappropriate to ask another’s age, she said with a smile, “How old are you?”

[philippasoloway]

reinarhodes‌:

“Reina Rhodes.” Long, red nails drum impatiently against the desk, like the time it’s taking to enter her name into the computer is a huge inconvenience. That’s somewhat true, Reina’s got places she could be that aren’t here, and her eyes narrow when the girl asks about her husband, as if knowing his name will help fix the problem. “I— no. You wouldn’t know him. That’s not important.” Reina hadn’t meant the mechanic couldn’t actually touch anything, it’d been a figure of speech and her way of telling the younger woman not to mess with her car, so she gives a look of disbelief briefly at the notion of having to explain herself. God, the level of incompetency in this place makes her question even bringing her car there to begin with. “Look, just don’t fuck with it, alright? You can touch it but don’t touch it. Don’t ruin anything, don’t fix anything. Just tell me what’s wrong with it so I can let him know. Do you understand me or do I need to spell it out for you?” Her tone is mocking, and she’s being rude and she knows it, but Reina doesn’t care. “Don’t do anything stupid. Can you manage that?”

“Oh, is he new here?” she asked without entirely realizing just how impatient Reina was, though the tapping of the nails should have tipped her off. Nevertheless, she entered the name into the computer. But again Phil hesitated, eyes squinting the smallest bit as she actively tried to make sense of the woman’s words and what she wanted from her. “So...touch it enough to...find the problem but— not to...fix it?” Reina’s tone went right over Phil’s head until the very last moment. Stupid was a word she recognized in this setting, and it made her a bit defensive. “I assure you, I’m very smart.” There wasn’t nearly as much bite to her words as Reina’s, but it was the beginnings of her version of defending herself. She’d been called stupid before simply for her lack of social skills, and decided long ago that she didn’t like the feeling of it.