Disclaimer: Show's not mine, too much responsibility. I just write fanfic.
Felicity breathes in that new apartment smell from her comfy sofa, its one of the few things she brought with her. With the fading light filtering in through the sheer curtains she's put up, its nice. Nicer than her dorm and definitely nicer than her mother's Vegas apartment. There is no peeling paint here, the beige paint on the wall is fresh.
She's got the basics, some multicoloured mugs in the cabinets, the movers set up her bed and she found her linens and her throw pillows. But wrapped around her captain america shield pillow, she knows its going to take a while for the house to fill with, well, her.
The worn books that traveled with her are one of the few things she's unpacked. They've made an obstacle course of her living room, sitting in random multicoloured stacks. She'll get a bookcase tomorrow. She just couldn't bear the though of the multitudes of universes all crammed into cardboard boxes. Plus, she just wants to be surrounded by something familiar.
She'll head to IKEA tomorrow, she's got a week before work wants her in. She's thinking shelves along the entire east wall, her books will look great in front of the exposed brick. Her comfy sofa, considering how heavy it is, won't be moving anywhere else. So she'll have to get a stand too, for that new shiny flat screen she's planning on getting with her advance. It will just have to sit on the opposing wall. A place that conveniently overlooks what will eventually be her dining room, once she gets chairs and a table, and can be seen from the kitchen as well.
It's there among her endless universes where she falls asleep, she struggles at first. Counting sheep doesn't work. But she turns her minds eye to counting her neighbours. She found out this morning that there's quite a few to consider.
There's Mr. Steele, he runs the building. He lives in the entire top floor with his wife Moira Queen. They got together a few years after Robert Queen died, respectfully of course.
His security blows. In hindsight she should have looked into it more deeply, it might have bored her to sleep. They had an alarm she could crack at 6am with no mug of coffee, her eyes half closed, and she really isn't a morning person so that's saying something. She hopes his tower's security systems aren't this bad. Then again, what's life without a little challenge.
She's heading up the tech and I.T. department of his corporate building. It's a multi-purpose sky scraping tower, from bottom to top there's restaurants and boutiques along the bottom and offices from the third floor upwards. She'll be telling people to restart their computers all day every day, but now she'll also be doing some decent security work. She looks forward to it. Honestly. Especially since they wanted her skills so bad that they paid to move her out to Starling and set her up in this apartment.
His step kids, Moira's son and daughter also live in the complex, Oliver and Thea. They have their own apartments too. From the word on the street... Yeah she's not that cool. From the gossip sites she's read online, Oliver runs a decent nightclub with childhood friend Thomas Merlyn. Who shares Oliver's bachelor pad.
Thea's studying, whilst interning with a fashion magazine. She and Mr. Steele are quite close, since the magazine rents offices in Mr. Steele's tower and she and her step father head to work together.
She got most of her information from Mr. Lance, he's the apartment's building security, he and his partner Mr. Diggle, who helped her load her boxes into the elevator.
Both extremely kind men, it looked like Lance was the only one that didn't live in the complex. She didn't ask but from the muttering she caught "they're lucky I even work here... Queen kid...Merlyn... Childish..."
Mr. Diggle on the other hand, lived on her floor with his wife and an adorable newborn. She knows, first hand, exactly how adorable because his new little boy was because he was Mr. Diggle's lock screen and the background on his phone. if not from there then from the multitude of pictures he showed her of his son.
The surveillance cameras, she's currently hacked into on her trusty tablet, don't lie though. That's the only time John Diggle is ever distracted. He even stays back a little longer till the second guard for the night shift shows up. She can see why, as soon as the first night shows up, they sits down, puts their feet up and covers their face with the uniform required hat. To Mr. Diggle's rather disapproving glare.
She isn't worried about her night security though. Because when the second night guard shows up, she's all blonde hair, built frame and sassy confidence. Felicity can see it in her walk, she and Mr. Diggle greet each other like old friends as she relieves him. Mr. Diggle wasn't the only one who fawned over his kids, this must be Sara Lance.
Mr. Lance told her all about Sara, he was so proud of her. Turns out he was the one to get her the job, after she'd asked for his help. From what Felicity gathered, Sara had been in an accident. But she'd picked herself up out of it and had been putting her life back together ever since, quite successfully. A job, her own apartment and a better relationship with her family, her sister Laurel and her father.
The static feed from the security cameras was hypnotising and she soon found herself loosing the battle to keep her eyes open. Huh... turns out counting her neighbours works. The last thought she had was this was her life now, in this oversized apartment, soon she'd make it a home.
So this happened. I do have a few more ideas so let me know what you think so far. Cheers for getting to the bottom!