[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/504122082729132034/727438599704018994/tumblr_5fda2e4541a1850f23f32523b2e1588a_7eae7852_1280.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Living Room -> Kitchen
[color=40E0A6][b]Skills: [/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
	Iris had spent a majority of her teenage years cut off from society, and, as such, she had never really needed to know much about current events. Her mom and her got all the urgent, world-threatening news when they went into town, but for the most part, they let it fly over their heads. Despite now being in the 'civilized world', Iris had, for the most part, kept that habit of ignorance. It wasn't as if she was actively avoiding news from the outside world (with the exception of her father's show). She simply didn't pursue it. As such, she got the gist of the outside happenings from her housemates: some supers in spandex were having a a spat, and there was apparently a new super nation. That was all she knew, and all she needed to know. So how, pray tell, was Iris making use of her free time? Well, for one, she was attempting to somehow sing different classic poems to the tune of Nena's 99 Luftballons as she waited for her candied pecans to finish in the oven. 

	[color=40E0A6]"Anyone lived in a pretty how town, with up so many floating bells down,"[/color] she softly sang, her voice a bit offkey and pitchy, her hands lightly bopping down on her bongos which sat snuggly on her lap. It took skill to keep her joint in her mouth as she sang, but it was a skill that she was quite proficient in. A cup of tea sat in front of her, next to her old phone with a timer counting down. It was down to its last few seconds, and as she sang, it went off. She looked down at it, eyebrows furrowed, before a look of recognition dawned on her face. She grabbed her tea, leaving her phone with her bongos as she pranced over to the kitchen. Inside, Annie and Beth stood around something that Iris didn't get a good look at as she stepped inside. She quickly made her way over to the oven, slipping on an oven mitt as she did so. No matter how much time past, she still thought it was bullshit that she was only immune to the heat of her own fire. Popping open the oven, she nabbed out the tray, plopping it down on the counter not to far from where Annie and Beth had hunkered down. Her eyes finally landed on the strange box they were both looking at.

	[color=40E0A6]"Cool box. What's in it?"[/color] She asked, before taking out her rolled cigarette, picking up a candied pecan and tossing it into her mouth. She waved a hand over it, looking over at the pair. She spoke as she chewed, [color=40E0A6]"Oh, and feel free to take as many as you want."[/color]