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Kiwi IRC Client Send Button

I've been having issues with Apple iOS/iPad/iPhone users on the Kiwi IRC client not being able to chat because of the lack of a "Send Button."  Since I don't currently own any iOS product, I could only go by their words and frustrations.  Today I finally got around to writing a plugin that places a simple send button just to the right of the input area.

If you find this of use, or even if you just find it at all, please drop a comment below.

Source: /kiwi/plugins/sendbutton.html

  #kiwi .send-button {
    color: #111;
    padding-right: 5px;
    padding-left: 5px;
    margin-right: 0px;
    display: inline-block;
    font-size: 12px;
    line-height: 24px;
    font-weight: bold;
    text-align: center;
    height: 100%;
    width: 5.0em;
    background: #ccc;
    cursor: pointer;

#kiwi .send-button:hover {
    background: #ddd;

<script type="text/javascript">
(function() {
  var $icon = $('<div class="send-button"><i class="fa fa-paper-plane" aria-hidden="true"></i> Send</div>');
  $icon.on('click', function(event) {
    var e = jQuery.Event("keydown");
    e.which = 13;
    e.keyCode = 13;
    $(".controlbox .inp").trigger(e);
    $(".controlbox .inp").focus();
  var control = kiwi.components.ControlInput();

To make all the magic happen, just add it to your plugins list in config.js

  conf.client_plugins = [
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