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<div style="text-align: center"><b>Kenji Avery – White</b><br/>
Mid-June, 2022<br/>
Mid Afternoon, Manor Kitchen<br/>
Mood song: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FTQWstnLAxBA&amp;hash=5d3d4073caa503d729620b6086ec5a15" href="https://youtu.be/TQWstnLAxBA" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Traffic Light </a>- Daugherty<br/>
Present: Iris, others may be in earshot<br/>
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Tagging: <a class="username" data-user-id="3574" data-username="exocat" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3574/">exocat</a>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--2"/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><a href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/137211/" target="_blank">View attachment 137211</a>Iris had pulled her car around the back, closer to the back door near the kitchen. It was odd how quickly the security ritual came back to him: the gate code, the door panel, everything was like he had never left. Only he <i>had</i> left, and apparently so had most of the others.<br/>
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The time spent with Iris had filled him in on many of the things he had not known. It was certainly eye-opening.<br/>
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As he opened the door, a ton of grocery bags woven through his fingers like balloons, he called out, "Honey! We're home!" But the kitchen was empty save for a simmering pot of gumbo and some barely touched boxes of pizza.<br/>
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"That's weird," he said, glancing at Iris. "I figured Chris would have wolfed down half of this by now." He set the groceries on the floor, releasing his power over them as he prepared to go back for the boxes of bottled wine and booze they had bought, along with the steaks, eggs, vegetables, and all the things Terry had put on the list, and more. He made sure to have gummy bears, cheese puffs (they didn't have the ones he wanted, only some organic crap but he got it anyway), gluten free cupcakes, gluten-hearty red velvet cupcakes, and other things that caught Iris and his eye.<br/>
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After all, they had Terry's credit card. They needed food. It was a win-win situation.<br/>
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Kenji left to load up his arms with two boxes full of booze and used his power again, making what would have taken a 'Chris' to carry as light as two big pillows. "You'd think there would be someone here to help unload the groceries," he complained to Iris. "I wonder if they're getting another dossier reading."
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</div><br/><b>NAME:</b>Iris<br/><b>Alias: </b>Cabal Blue<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Brat, You Little Bitch<br/><b>Age: </b>19<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Around Dinnertime?<br/><b>Location: </b>Kitchen > Parking Area > Driving<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Thick navy blue hoodie with a ZCCC letters, jeans, white trainers with pom-pom socks.<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dd-vluPwpf7c&amp;hash=a26ada0699428998a7d7f7dd6ad39af9" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vluPwpf7c" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"Until We're Done", Jonathan Bree</a><br/><b>Tagging: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Iris dragged a couple of bags of tortilla chips, guacamole, cheese spread, and salsa from the back seat of her Honda and followed Kenji into the kitchen.  She set the bags down on the counter and lifted up the lid of one of the boxes of pizza.<br/><br/>"Yeah, totally.   It's like on Naked and Afraid where the guy with the biggest muscles always eats the most."<br/><br/>She pulled a slice of pizza covered with warm sausage, pepperoni, olives, and mushrooms free from the other slices and bit into it.<br/><br/>"Mmm, this is so good.  Anyway, where's Terry?  Whatever she's making smells great."<br/><br/>She made a few more trips to the car, and by the time she was done the counters in the kitchen were filled with bags and boxes overflowing with fresh groceries.  A stack of ready-made bakery pies stood in one corner next to a pile of white boxes of butcher meats.  Loaves of wheat bread and sourdough rested next to them, with bags of fresh green lettuce and colorful other vegetables next to those.  Six gallons of rose' box wine rested on the floor, alongside the boxes of bottled wine that Kenji had brought in.  A few bottles of champagne found their way into those boxes at Iris' insistence.  A case of microbrew cider sat in front of the kitchen's center island, serving as the base of a pyramid of lunchmeats, cheeses, sour cream, butter, and various flavors of sherbet.<br/><br/>Iris rested against the center island and helped herself to another piece of pizza before putting the rest of it in the warming drawer, along with the other pizzas.<br/><br/>"Hey Kenji, do you want to tap that box wine before we put all this stuff away?"