Ah so this is like Stark Expo a bit.

Or a press conference.

In any case, I'll be out in front of City Solutions giving demonstrations with the suit--it's not entirely finished yet--taking pictures and signing autographs.

[It's obvious by his voice, he's enjoying this far too much]

[Private to Miss Rushman]

We might want to look into hiring security if this is going to be a regular thing. I wouldn't want them hanging around all the time of course but it could be helpful in keeping a crowd back and safe in this case.

[ooc: 4th wall is a go. Have at it. He'll probably assume you're a fanboy/girl]

[Private to Employees of Stark Industries]

Take the week off and don't call me unless there are explosions that Dummy can't handle.


[Private to Miss Rushman]

Go ahead and take the week off as well. I don't expect to need anything in the upcoming week.

On second thought...

Take the week off with the provision of keeping your device close. I don't like not being able to get in touch with you.

[/Private]

City, I'd like to introduce to my new wife. Most of you know her as fireplacegirl however I'm sure she won't object to being called Mrs. Stark now.

Yes there is a ring and I didn't have to be guilty to buy it.

[ooc: Need it be said he's been hit with the family curse. Several complexities later it will actually be legal. Log of the 'ceremony' to be incoming. I just wanted to get this up because of RL]

I believe I mentioned at some point having a Midsummer's Night party. I realized that's getting close and while Miss Rushman and I have been planning I realize I neglected to send out formal invitations. This is my attempt at remedying that.

You [Yes that means you regardless of whether I know you or not] are formally invited to a Midsummer's Night Party at my home on the beach. Costumes are required. There will be music, dancing, food and of course an open bar so join me, have a good time and celebrate something.

Directions enclosed. Party begins at 8:00. RSVP is appreciated {Miss Rushman made me say that} but not required. For more details inquire within.

Hardison is going to act as DJ for us. There'll be a bonfire on the beach and full staff.

[ooc: I'm going to put an open log up in tampered right now. Midsummer is officially apparently the 24th. I want it up so everyone can play in it as long as possible. Everyone really is invited. Take costumes to whatever meaning you wish.]

[The camera switches on to Tony Stark in his home basement lab. It's a bit bare but the computers are on, there's a small robot standing off to the side and he is wearing the boots and gloves of his suit.]

Testing in 4, 3, 2, 1

[The boots of the suit fire up a little faster than Tony planned and he's slammed into the ceiling and back to the floor. As he hits the floor the blasters on the gloves he's wearing goes off. There's a blast of white-blue energy and the far wall has a giant hole in the concrete and the cliff face. Through the hole the beach can be seen. At the time of the explosion the lights flicker, everything goes black and then there's the whir of noise and lights come back on. All over the City in random places the power is out. The apartment next door might have power while yours is out or the block is blacked out but the next one over is fine.]

⌈Mr. Stark, shall I call the hospital?⌋

No, it's fine. I was thinking of putting a pair of French doors somewhere anyway.

[He groans, grumbles and slowly sits up unbuckling the gloves as he does]

⌈Very well, Mr. Stark. It seems as though that explosion knocked out power throughout the City⌋

[Another groan as Tony scrubs his hands over his face.] I guess I'll have to apologize.

⌈The device is recording, Mr. Stark and has been for the entirety of this testing session.⌋

I swear I'm going to play with magnets near your hard drive.

[He almost looks sheepish as he addresses the network]

My bad. I'll have power restored in a couple of hours at the most

Hardison, Miss Rushman, I need you both here now.


[ooc: As previously stated you get to choose if your power is out. It will be out for about two hours before Tony gets it 'restored'. Feel free to react however]

Some of you may know my name is Tony Stark. I previously and now most recently run City Solutions. I've started up a small division of Stark Industries within the City Solutions building. I'm currently working on various weaponry, curse specific if necessary as well as other projects.

I am in need of physicists, engineers, computer geniuses and chemists. A biologist or two wouldn't hurt not to mention some mathematicians. I realize there may be great number of skills people within the City have that I don't and I want them. If you think you possess a skill that could be useful to me, I'm interested.

What can I offer you? Competitive pay, creative working hours, plentiful resources to work with and interesting opportunities. If you're interested please contact Miss Rushman. She is screening applicants.

I'm not usually given to jumping when someone says the word but the topic of equivalence got me to thinking:

( The Best Weapon is the One You Only Have to Fire Once )

June 24th happens to be Mid Summer Night. It doesn't hold any particular meaning for me but it is an excuse for a party with costumes. I've got a beach house, there will be a bonfire, a DJ, plenty of alcohol, dancing and the aforementioned costumes. Miss Rushman will provide everyone with more details as the date approaches and an official RSVP will be sent out to the network. For now, start thinking about your costumes. I've got one in mind.

[Tony is out on the streets in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Around his left hand he's got a very thrown together, dirty, quick hand piece that is tied into the arc reactor in his chest. He's firing stun level blasts of arc reactor energy through the device at various marks; people vandalizing, stealing and assaulting others. He's got an earpiece in, Jarvis running on his tablet helping him keep track of power levels and monitoring the blasts.

One blast takes down a guy robbing a drugstore. Once he's down, Tony walks over to him, grabs the guy by his wrists and pulls him over to a bike rack.]

Handcuffs. I should have brought them.


⌈Somehow, Mr. Stark, I don't think mink lined handcuffs would be terribly intimidating⌋

Good point. Send a note to Miss Rushman. I want a dozen pairs of handcuffs.

[Another blast downs a guy running with a TV across a street. The guy crumples to the ground and the TV smashes on the pavement making Tony wince at the sound.]

Maybe I should have let him put that down first. You know 'Freeze'.

⌈I'll remind you of that next time, Sir.⌋

[ooc: Feel free to have your character run into him or whatever]

[Tony Stark is sitting in front of a computer in City Solutions. He's wearing a short sleeved pull over shirt that clearly shows the arc reactor in his chest. He's got glasses on and his fingers are flying across a keyboard. He's clearly concentrating on what he is doing which appears to be filling a screen up with lines of code. After a moment he reaches over and picks up a scotch and water, takes a sip then looks at the device]

Should be up and running...

Hello Mr. Stark. Good to see you again.

Hello Jarvis.

[Tony scrubs a hand over his face and back through his hair. It's been a long night of press snippets, photo ops and hand shaking. He's had entirely too much champagne and not yet enough scotch. The bruising and cuts on his face from the fight with Ivan are almost healed. He loosens his tie finally opening his eyes only to realize he is not in his drive way.

Or even Malibu. He catches sight of the tablet on the lip of the fountain and picks it up, presses some buttons, obviously trying to get a certain result.]

JARVIS. What are my coordinates?

[At first it's a command he expects to be followed. When there's no answering blip or British accent. He presses some more buttons]

JARVIS?

[This is a question and there's an old panic that takes wing inside his chest, hammering and if his heart were anything but an arc reactor it would be racing. He takes stock of himself; still in his tuxedo, still evening but the buildings here are not any he recognizes. There's a fountain and a ticking that he can't be certain is even real]

Miss Potts?

[At least she wasn't kidnapped with him. That's a comfort.]

I assure you holding me for ransom isn't a good idea. Stark Industries has a strict policy about terrorists. You see, we blow them up.

How's my driving?

--> Like the way I play Tony Stark?
--> Hate it?
--> Got some tips for me?

Leave it all here. Be specific. Screening is on, Anon is on. IP logging is off. I do prefer to know who I'm speaking with though. This is up here so I can play this guy better.

You've reached Tony Stark. I can't come to the phone right now so if you'll leave a message, I'll have Miss Rushman get back to you.