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@holyxsmoak
ccfstephaniebrown:
holyxsmoak:
“Thank you, Felicity, but can I ask how you got a dress worth $25,000. You and Oliver make good on your dividends from Queen Consolidated, but not that good. “
“Let’s go with about five years ago I made some really risking investments and they just paid off.”
barryfrackinallen:
Barry quirked a brow, tilting his head to the side. “Hypothetically? Why do I feel like this the exact opposite of hypothetical?” He shook his head, waving his hand at his own words. “Either way, it doesn’t matter. Theoretical or Hypothetical, I think it wholly depends on whether or not it’s reported. I think it’s more a matter of ensuring that however it ended up in whatever bank account, that it can’t be traced. But you didn’t hear that from me.”
“Really hard for a criminal to report money they obtained illegally. That girl stole $1.9 million from my drug syndicate just doesn’t quite work,” Felicity snarked then quickly corrected herself, “hypothetically of course.”
“So what are you working on,” she asked wanting to change the subject.
themanbeneaththehood:
Oliver peered up from the crisp corner of his paper. Attempting to read the somber gospel of Star City several times over, he just couldn’t quite focus as she had drawn closer. “You know, I just got used to being poor..” his words rolling softly off his lips with a mirthful curl. “Upside I never have to worry about fresh socks.”
“Dry socks are important,” she said kissing his check before sitting down next to him.
“I am sorry, Oliver. I would never have dragged you into this. I need you to know that. I wrote that when I was scared and needed a back up plan and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you and William. Even write a very nasty worm that gives us money from very nasty people.”
Monies || Barry
“So, hypothetically, is someone stole over a billion dollars from bad guys how much trouble do you think they would be in with the police? I mean it’s not like it’s going to reported as stolen.”
@barryfrackinallen
I wanna be a billionaire || Oliver
@themanbeneaththehood
“So exactly how mad are you now that you’re a billionaire again?”
Dress with pockets || Open
The best part of this dress? IT HAS POCKETS!
“I’m all for a dress with pockets. You look beautiful, Steph. I’m glad the dress fit.”
pagingdoctortommy:
holyxsmoak:
Donation || Tommy
“I mean, that wholly depends on which hospital we’re talking about here. If you’re donating to research or supplies, that’s one thing. If you want to build a whole new wing from the ground up? Well, that’s in the realm of hundreds of thousands, perhaps on the edge of millions.”
“Lets go with option 2. How do I do that? Or both. Is both an option?”
westirisx:
“Wait…wait…m-million?” Iris stared blankly at Felicity confused at the large amount of money that she was offering. “I….You know it’s impossible for me not to ask, but I won’t and this better not get me in trouble. Are you even sure? Because that is a lot of money.”
“Trust me, it’s better with your newspaper then having to give it back. Which I don’t think is possible. Did I mention plausible deniability is important?”
girlofxsteel:
“You’re far too sociable…it makes you irresistible,” Kara said flatly. The feigned frustration manifested onto a pout. Kara knew Felicity wouldn’t take no for an answer. Her capacity to care about the fine details of the duality of this life was astounding. Envy poured down her for a moment as the two reflected on the ferocity of Oliver and Felicity’s love; it was a bond forged in steel and steeped in the finest source of loyal draped in a golden decadence. Kara didn’t know if she’d ever experience that kind of love again but the thought didn’t hurt as much knowing that the people she cared for could. “…which that may be the answer to my quandary. I may need you to hack us a way into a party without the use of broadband. I know a couple people who would die to meet the Felicity Smoak.” Kara tip toed towards the glowing goddess and draped her arm her shoulders. “I can ensure coffee will be served if you say yes.”
“Hey! I may be an alien but I think I’ve gotten this whole human thing down, don’t you?”
“And cute, don’t forget cute. It’s a very important part of my likeability,” Felicity snarked with a grin. She paused as she looked a Kara in confusion. “You just need onto a party list? Well now I’m disappointed. I thought I would be hacking something like ARGUS, the FBI, or some bad guy’s laptop,” Felicity said pouting a bit. She had been looking for a new challenge to practice against. She then waved her hand to indicate Kara give her the information, “What party and who’s hosting it? Do you need a dress,” Felicity asked with a slightly bored tone. However, shopping meant coffee and Felicity never turned down coffee.
“You don’t like the taste of coffee. Total give away.”
westirisx:
“I mean I would personally love that. We could always use the money. …How much money are we talking because you seem nervous?”
“Acoupleofmillion,” Felicity quickly said. She didn’t bother to lie to Iris, “And don’t ask how I got it, because the term plausible deniable might be important to you in the future.”
whitecanary-lance:
“I can’t say we’ve ever had to consider such a request in the past or future.” Sara said cooly. Her gaze peeled away from Felicity’s ever growing sea of monitors to make good on the curiosity that bubbled up inside of her. “What’s going on, Felicity? Is Oliver in in hot water with the IRS? I swear they have to know he only has two pennies to rub together.”
“Oliver didn’t do this one. I did. Imayhavestolena lotofmoneybyaccident,” Felicity said her words running together as she quickly spit out her indiscretion to her big sister. She was so embarrassed, not for stealing the money, but haven’t stolen the money by accident, by being messy with her coding. It was humiliating to her. She can admit her priorities might be a bit skewed.
Policies || Sara
“So, what’s Legends’ policy on taking money and putting it in banks in another time?”
@whitecanary-lance
Donation || Tommy
“Can I ask how much it cost to buy a wing in the hospital? I don’t want it named after me.”
@pagingdoctortommy
Silent || Iris
“You wouldn’t happen to be looking for a silent investor in your paper would you? Because I have a few dollars that I need to invest.”
@westirisx
A thing || Alex
“So I may or may not have done a thing. But I can’t tell you with thing I may or may not have done is because plausible deniability is a thing. If I give you a hypothetical could you tell me how much trouble I’m in?”
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themanbeneaththehood:
All of the demanding thoughts and hollowing voices dissipated with the thunderous thud of his happy heart fluttering against his ribcage. For so long, he’d banked on a future filled with cobwebs and the copious skeletons he had collected through the years. Instead, his home had been filled with the lively joy of a eternal love and the ballad of an angsty teenage boy seeking out his truth. Oliver accepted the bountiful chaos in exchange for the rattling sounds of his former shackles. When she was by his side, Oliver’s lead weighted heels no longer scraped against the concrete but floated with the clouds.
His left arm dropped to the soft cushion of the couch before curling around her waist. Callused fingers cascading across her hip imagining what her skin felt like. Downtime from the leathery hood gave Oliver an unhealthy amount of time to fantasize about her. Not all of it was salacious in its intent but rather a ode to his bleeding heart. Often, he dreamed about the way her skin would glow in the moonlight as she cared for their miracle child. Other times, he reveled in the hope that she’d stand at the top of pristine social ladder pioneering a new world with her tech. Every wonderful image painted Felicity ,as she was, the golden spun savior that would make this world the place their children and Sami could live in without fear. His vision for the future wouldn’t come from the pointed apex of an arrow but through the zeros and ones of a code written in compassion.
“You’re biased,” he mumbled against her shoulder. It was hard to look back on those days without feeling that bottomless ache. Moira and Robert’s transgressions overshadowed the good memories. All he could taste was the embittered sins that they had woven into his and Thea’s skin. “I want to believe that they weren’t all bad. We had good times but that can’t make right what they’ve done. It’s the same with me. I can’t fix that I broke. I can’t sweet talk my way the things I’ve created like I used to. Raisa can’t write me a note to get out of who I was before I met you.” Oliver gave her a gentle squeeze. “You are right though. I would never get away with half the things I did if Raisa wasn’t off shift or running after Thea. She wore the pants in our house and I still respect her word to this day. She’s been pretty vocal about my big green secret,” he chuckled with a stiff shake of the head.
Oliver’s head lulled to the side with a pitiful groan when she pulled away. His eyes drifting closed to power home his disapproval. His body flopping back against the couch as he commiserated the absences of her warmth. He opened one eye to take in the stark serial account number with a furrowed brow. “No..” he pulled himself to an upright position to peer at the screen for a moment longer. Felicity’s calculation rolled right over his head. Math wasn’t his strong suit.
“Oh no what?” His puzzled expression melting down away to a neutral gaze. Oliver’s jaw tightened at her mention of jail.
“Fe-li-city,” he hummed. His hand petting her side gingerly to coax out an explanation. “Spill it.”
"Okay, so, do you remember when you were first outed as the Green Arrow, and we were concerned you were going to go to jail, and then what would William and I do? I was also dealing with a lot of anger issues then. I was angry at everything: the media, the government, the city, the criminals, the team, you, myself; I was mad at everyone. I knew I was about to explode. And it wouldn't be pretty if I did. I might pull a Ghost Fox Goddess stunt.
So I google things you can do with your anger, and one of the things is to write a letter to those you are angry with. Well, I don't write letters; I write code. So that's what I did. I poured all my anger and hurt and fear into this beautiful code. Cause it was. It was fantastic and beautiful. It had one job, to skim a little bit from every paramount crime lord we knew of .119% to be precise. For them, it would have been cents, sometimes even pennies. They would never have noticed it. All that money would have gone to an account in the Caymen Islands. The money than would have moved back and forth between the Caymen Islands and a bank in Switerzland. Genius, even for me, who was not a criminal. The bad guys would be funding the continuation of the Green Arrow without ever being the wiser of it."
She sighed, "After I wrote the code, I knew it was wrong. Even if it were from bad guys, I would be stealing, and you'd never approve of that. So I tucked it away. However, it looks like I might have been too clever. It activated at some point, and it has been running since the night after I wrote it. So that's what, five years? When the world believed you were dead in that explosion, it must have gotten word and tied up all its loose ends, finished running, and then dumped the sum into the Switzerland account. The deposits you've been receiving are from the Cayman account, which draws from the Switz account. The
$40,000 is actually for William because his tuition would have been due for Star City Preparatory Academy since your account was the one we connected to his school.
Felicity leaned back, "I don't think I want to know how much is in the Switz account. But, Oliver, I've stolen a lot of money. The kind of money that you don't both with zeros because there would be too man."
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