[Tony is sitting up in bed. He hasn't got a shirt on and the sheets are pooled at his waist. One wrist is handcuffed to a sleeping blonde. There's a bot delivering a pot of coffee and one of tea.]

Do try not to spill it, Dummy.

[Then he looks to the device]

I've had worse mornings.

[Tony is leaning against the bleachers outside the football field. He has sunglasses on and a stack of books next to him. The books appear to be untouched.]

I've got some unexpected free time in my schedule. I'm taking offers from the various clubs. If you'd like to have me join, come tell me what you can do for me.

[ooc:Tony is the kid at Westerberg everyone wants to hate. He's good at athletics and does well in school. He also, naturally, thinks quite highly of himself.]

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]