[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR52k84p/54b4e63d635603b22d80f72a4ba2be54.png[/img][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c02b1-4686-759e-93a8-ec58d0ea6ae8.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Blizz][@Forsythe][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=AC3EFF][b]Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr] The night before a new semester was usually a restless one, even as Margaret Carter welcomed its students back on a weekend, allowing them two days to settle in before classes began in earnest. The anticipation of a fresh start, of new adventures and challenges, was as thrilling as it was terrifying. Night terrors were not uncommon, with students’ nervous brains conjuring up scenarios of showing up to class without pants on, their pet dragon eating their essay, or an embarrassing new mutation appearing at the very moment they had gone to ask their crush for the Valentine’s Day Dance. But for two students of Avengers Academy, their dreams were far more sinister - far more potent. In Dorian Gray’s nightmare, he had found himself in a cell. It was cold and damp, only a dim light filtering in through a window scarcely bigger than his head. There were no identifiable features in the landscape, nothing that he could use to mark his location - only the dark of the night sky, dotted with stars. Their constellations were unfamiliar to him, their arrangement strange. The cell offered no further clues - no helpful signage giving where he was. It was almost entirely barren, the floor covered in dirt and ash, with crusted, dried blood leaving a trail towards the cell’s door. Blood that he felt matted into his hair and crusted underneath his fingernails - what little remained of them. His body ached, each breath a struggle. Nothing was broken, but he was bruised and badly so. His muscles screamed with every moment, his bones creaked. His senses were dulled, perhaps the haze of a dream or perhaps something else, something far more sinister. But beneath all of the pain, all of the suffering, there was something vibrant - something familiar - something [i]powerful[/i]. Something straining to get through. His gaze fell on the pitiful meal he had been served. A stale loaf of bread, a piece of dried meat, and a flask of something strong, its vapors settling into his nose and stinging. Next to the food was a small basin of water, with a handkerchief for him to use to clean himself embroidered with an unfamiliar crest. And as his attention drifted to the basin, he caught his reflection - saw an old, withered face, eyes blackened and swollen, nose crooked, and cuts healing into scars. [i]“Dorian?”[/i] Ser Nemo whispered, his eyes widening as much as they could. His voice broke, as he trembled. [i]“You came back… You mustn’t let him find you here. Go!”[/i] [hr] “You are preoccupied.” The accusation shattered the silence that stretched these few moments since her arrival into eternity. Amidst the eons of trained apathy, calculating ruthlessness, and careful observation, it was there - just a drop of disapproval from a woman who offered nothing. Saturnyne, Her Royal Whytness, The Omniversal Majestrix, offered emotional sincerity as a trap, a punishment, or both and here, kneeling before her, the Avant Guardswoman broke out into a cold sweat. She could count the number of times she’d been in this position on one hand; she could, in fact, never remember it ever ending [i]well[/i] “I apol-” “Do not waste your words.” Saturnyne sighed, neatly rolling up the scroll she’d been reviewing and it vanished into shimmering, white smoke. “In the heart of all universes, few things ring truer than love and loss and the strength gained between them. I understood this when I revoked your rest. I understood this when I offered you glimpses of who you left behind, of who you yet fight for. I understood this when I chose not to flay you and cast you into the dungeons for your act of defiance. I have leveraged your suffering for the greater good and the stability of all and now, in a world commanded by stories and fables, your dreams bleed into mine so I will continue to do so. Who is the Devil that dances in your dream?” There was a long pause, a struggle between obedience and a mother’s love, and the quietly, defeatedly, “My daughter.” Saturnynne snatched the admission from the air and a gold lined tarot card rested between her fingers. The Devil, in blond, pink, and a mind to break others, stared back at her. With a wisp of magic, more appeared - a card with a boy on fire and another wreathed in shadows, one with a giantess and a blade and another where a girl where water sat still beneath her - until the deck was full yet Saturnyne still stared at the Devil. The softest laugh sent full body shivers through Giselle and Saturnyne stared at the card and beyond it. “Are you ready?” [hr] [hider=Rumors]Based on the actions taken in the collabs between arcs 1 and 2, the following scandals are swirling in the press! [list][*]Up and Coming Superheros - The Old vs The New: Is Excelsior’s poor behavior indicative of a shift in hero society as a whole? We join Dr. Iris Sten for some insight into the psychology of mutants. [*]HELLO, GREEK FIRE! Danni Kingston and Percy Novikov spotted on a whirlwind date, from sunny Los Angeles to snowy Paris! How does Dorian Gray feel about all of this? An exclusive source close to the ill-fated couple tells all! [*]Sabine: Hero or Playgirl? Sabine Bassard was seen flirting with her opponents, kissing her ex April Kingston-Gray, and riding out on the town with her current fling Leah Jordan and teammate Andy Gallio-Lennsher, where fans took to social media after seeing Andy uncomfortable and Leah and Sabine splitting ways during the outing.[/list][/hider] [hider=Arc 1 Skill Rewards]Sabine: [list][*]Skill Transferral: Sabine can temporarily obtain the skills others have by copying their memories and implanting them into herself. [*]Illusions: Sabine can implant illusions into memories, making a person think things are there when they are not, such as multiple clones of herself. [/list] Dorian: [list][*]Power: Ectoplasm [/list] Danni: [list][*]Skill: A Song of Fire and Ice - While dancing together, April and Danni use fire and ice to burn and freeze people to the ground! [*]Skill: Flight - Danni uses his flames to fly! [/list] Leah: [list][*]Power: Leah’s getting her magic online, add in her grimoire to her CS with the spells Ironwood Circle, Overgrowth, and Staghorn Wreath as discussed [/list] Andy: [list][*]Power: Enhanced Durability[/list] Percy: [list][*]Power: Teleportation range limitation is removed[/list] April: [list][*]Skill: A Song of Fire and Ice - While dancing together, April and Danni use fire and ice to burn and freeze people to the ground! [*]Skill: Elemental Shield - April constructs a shield/barrier out of ice or water to protect themself/others. [/list] Vicky: [list][*]Power - see direct messages with the GM, will be unlocked early in arc 2! [/list] [/hider] [hider=Arc 2 Roommate Assignments]Sixth Floor - Red Trim Uniforms, Faculty in Residence Firestar note - even numbered rooms are opposite odd number rooms Room 601 - Leah Jordan, Sabine Bassard Room 602 - Billy Maximoff, Teddy Altman Room 603 - Andy Lensherr, Gideon Pearlman Room 604 - Marlena Evans, Vicky van Dyne Room 605 - Eli Bradley, Tommy Maximoff Room 606 - Faculty in Residence, Firestar Room 607 - Chase Bernard, Millie Broadway Room 608 - Percy Novikov, Ben Moss Room 609 - America Chavez, Kate Bishop, Cassie Lang Room 610 - Danni Kingston, Dorian Gray, April Kingston-Gray Hall bathroom[/hider] [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=ed1c24]Percy Novikov[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b29ec-87e6-745e-afed-c64ed081c458.webp[/img] [hr][b][color=ed1c24]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Festival [b][color=ed1c24]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet [b][color=ed1c24]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0287-4435-7608-82b5-0b29272f9040.webp]Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans[/url] [hr][/center] He didn’t typically enjoy celebrating his birthday. In fact, he usually hated it. He hated going to a restaurant and the staff awkwardly singing for him, clapping and drawing the attention of the other diners. He hated the expectation to invite classmates to a birthday party, and the mixture of relief and disappointment when only his actual friend had shown up. He hated people giving him gifts and having to pretend that he liked them, hated the idea that even ones he did genuinely enjoy, his usual demeanor would give them the impression that he did not like them. One of the only redeeming qualities of his birthday was that for a short while, he would only be two years younger than his boyfriend instead of three. But today, he would have gladly braved a thousand birthday festivities if it meant an escape from his mothers. Despite his ability to teleport, they both had insisted on driving him. The fight for the car keys had been unpleasant and uncomfortable to witness, the barely concealed venom his parents traded until finally, one of them had emerged victorious. It ought to have been the end of it, but it continued on as he sat in the back of Dominika’s Jeep, trying to tune it all out - to tune out Dominika screaming at other cars and honking, tune out Naomi’s snarky underhanded comments. Jumping into traffic looked more and more tempting, even as the Los Angeles gridlock was liable to be a slow death rather than the quick escape from this mortal coil that he wanted. By the time they made it to the parking garage, staff members directing arriving families into available spaces, indicating where to go to sign their children in, where to drop off forms and medications and luggage, Percy was even ready to consider a return to CAGE if it meant never having to be in this car again. [color=ed1c24]“Thank you for the ride, I will see you next break,”[/color] he excused himself, about to teleport outside of the car with his bag, but he caught his mother’s gaze in the rear view mirror and the energy dissipated. He shot off a quick message in the group chat Danni had added him to: [hider=Siblings + Percy]🆘[/hider] “Finally.” Naomi would never slam a car door but leave it barely cracked to ensure [i]someone[/i] had to close it for her? Well, no one was perfect. She had a briefcase in one hand and opened Percy’s door with the other. “What is this next break nonsense, Oytzerl? You’ll certainly be visiting every Sunday. We have temple to attend, then we’ll have lunch, and then you’ll need to review your lessons for the upcoming school week. And I managed to find a kosher deli in the area so we’ll go there as a little celebration for the new school year. Oh, and I packed you a few new yamakas as well, Percy. I noticed your old ones were a little… worn. So make sure you remember them during meal times. Even if you aren’t particularly faithful, a little routine goes a long way. You’ll find a few bags of coffee as well; I know you mentioned your motek brewed his own so he’d better make it properly for you.” Naomi waited until Percy stepped out of the car into the garage and put her briefcase down on Percy’s seat, took his face in both her hands, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Ikh bin mer vi shtolts mit dir. Es iz geven shver, ober du bist shtarker vi ver es iz do. Ikh ken nisht gloybn az du bist shoyn fuftsn yor alt. Ikh dank got yedn tog far der brkhh vos du bist. Ikh hob dikh lib.” Percy was positively suffocating, groaning as his mame cupped his face and kissed him. He knew the cheek pinching wasn’t far behind. He would have tried to squirm out of her grip, but he knew it would only make her hold onto him tighter. [color=ed1c24]“Maaaame,”[/color] he practically whined. He had no intention of doing most of the things she said. He had intentionally “lost” his yamakas, he didn’t like wearing them, and he wasn’t going to start now. And he didn’t want to go to temple, he’d rather go read - he’d rather go exercise, even. He did, however, shrink away a bit from her compliments. [color=ed1c24]“I can make my own coffee, I don’t need Dorian to do it for me,”[/color] he protested. It was easier to address that point than the others. [color=ed1c24]“Ikh hob dikh aoykh lib,”[/color] he mumbled, bright red now. He definitely wasn’t stronger than anyone here. Leah was at this school. Dominika huffed slightly, as she walked around and closed Naomi’s door properly, muttering under her breath something along the lines of [i]you’d think a pilot would know how to close a damn door.[/i] “Naomi, honey, give the kid some space. He can barely breathe,” she said, crossing her arms. Naomi pinched Percy's cheek affectionately, shooed him away from the car, and very, very gently closed the door after grabbing her briefcase. It was once again [i]barely[/i] cracked. She offered Naomi a tight lipped smile and a look that would kill lesser women. Naomi had already said her piece during Percy's rehabilitation. Naomi knew her absence was to blame for everything Percy was going through; Dominika was an expert in her field but her attention to her family was certainly lacking and she would rather take the easy route with Percy than actually parent him. Naomi had made some tough comments in their… conversations. Naomi knew she only had herself to blame to trust Dominikia with their son. So here and now, Naomi ignored the fire in her chest because it was Percy's birthday and she wasn't going to let their squabbles take that from him too. “There will never be a time when I won't shower our son in the love and affection he deserves, Tayere.” Naomi replied cool, before turning her back on Dominika and led them out of the parking garage. The school grounds had been transformed into a winter wonderland, including fake snow filtering down from snow blowing machines on top of the school buildings. The entrance of to the fair grounds was covered in bright, neon flashing light strings and carnival music spilled out past the official registration booths flanking each side. One advertised class schedules, hero name change requests, and dorm assignments. The other advertised documentation change submissions, including medical information, addresses, and a number of other important services. Both booths hosted ten councilors, all dressed up in official Margaret Institute attire except for the brightly colored carnival worker hats. Just to the left of class schedules, the PTA had set up a booth and was eagerly discussing school conditions and plans with every parent who they could get their hands on. Beyond the official registrations and gaudy lights, carnival games and events flashed and shouted and screamed and people laughed and shoved their way through boisterous crowds. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn and the salty sweetness of roasted nuts permeated every crevice. A ferris wheel turned in the far back of the carnival, posters of Luna Snow promising a thrilling performance and others of Excelsior in their hero costumes hung from every available surface, a hot chocolate station churned out cup after cup with marshmallows piled almost half a foot over the rim, others frosted cookies at a series of picnic benches. People skated across a temporary ice rink, students and siblings laughed as they slid down the Snowflake Summit snow tubing slides, made snowmen and tossed snowballs at targets that often devolved into snowball fights between friends. Others tried their skills at karaoke next to a sumo wrestling ring and others bounced in a frankly massive snow castle bouncy house and played dress up at a number of the photo booths around the carnival. Another student, a sophomore by the look of it, desperately begged people to sign her hockey team petition, even as she was shooed away from both the friendship bracelet station and the various carnival game booths for disturbing other people. Only one tent, dyed red and lined with purple and gold, had a sign on it that read - “Sorry, Magical Disturbance - Tarot Readings Postponed until Further Notice” “Well, this is certainly festive! Oh, excellent there they are!” Naomi said as she caught sight of the PTA. “Let's get your dorm assignment and your schedule and then you can run off to your friends while I get everything moved into your dorm.” Dominika’s face seemed almost permanently contorted into a scowl. And while her irritation with her ex-wife was great - couldn’t Naomi see that she was suffocating their son? This was why he hadn’t been comfortable coming to them for help, this was why he had been driven to drink. He needed space and trust, not a helicopter with an advanced literature degree. Didn’t that come up in one of Naomi’s precious stories? - it wasn’t responsible for her major case of RBF. At least, not entirely. She scanned the crowd almost mechanically, taking in the joy and wonder - but the dangers most of all. The last time they had brought their son here, he had almost been murdered. Her scowl deepened. “Did you remember your axe?” she asked, turning to take in her son. “If you need another one, or some other weapon, you let me know, okay? I will bring you it.” Neither Percy nor Dominika caught the way Naomi’s gaze had gone immediately to the PTA. [color=ed1c24]“I can do it myself, mame,”[/color] Percy protested, even though he knew his efforts were in vain. He had, at least, seen this coming. Certain items of his had been purposefully brought to Dorian’s house on his last visit and left in his care. He could only hope that he had been assigned a single room again - or that his roommate would miraculously disappear a few weeks into the semester again. [color=ed1c24]“Yes, I packed it. No, I do not need another weapon,”[/color] he told Dominika. She was a little easier to brush aside than Naomi. “You never know when a small knife in your boot comes in handy, Percy,” Dominika said with a sigh. “I brought some just in case. I’ll put them in your room with your things - your mother may have an eye for decor, but some of your books are heavy. I’ll handle all the lifting.” He pulled out his phone and sent another message in the same chat as quickly as he could, less Naomi catch him. [hider=Siblings + Percy]🥲[/hider] “Come along, oytzerl.” Naomi rolled her eyes. As if she couldn't handle books. Naomi led the way through the registration, schedule, and dorm line, neatly collecting it all on Percy's behalf. Her bottom lip wobbled for half a second before it stopped and her eyes narrowed. At the entrance, Naomi licked her thumb and furiously scrubbed at a little black mark on Percy's cheek. “You have a little shmuts here. Do you have your wipes? I put it in your coat so remember to use them. And lotion and sunscreen in your travel kit.” [color=ed1c24]“[i]Maaaame,[/i]”[/color] he protested futilely. Maybe this was the reason his powers had developed as teleportation. [color=ed1c24]“I have them. I have the skin care supplies Danni helped me to pick out, too. [i]I’m fine.[/i]”[/color] A sudden pang of sadness hit him, as much as he was dying to get out of his mother’s grasp, he’d missed having her around. His eyes darted around quickly, before he put his arms around her and hugged her tightly. [color=ed1c24]“ikh vel dikh farfeln,”[/color] he mumbled, before pulling away. Naomi hugged Percy back just as tightly. “Nisht keyn khiluk vauhin du geyst ader vi veyt du geyst, vel ikh shtendik zeyn deyn mame aun ikh vel dikh shtendik lib hobn. Aoyb ir darft epes, ruft mikh on. ikh bin gleykh arop dem veg.” She pressed a kiss to his head, content to let him hug her as long as he'd like. Percy groaned slightly, trying to rub the lipstick mark off of his face - before, in fact, remembering that his mother had put wipes in his coat. He took one out and cleaned it off of his face, cringing slightly at the realization he was wiping away all the expensive skin care products, too. He nodded though at her sentiments. He’d missed having her so close. “You’re going to do great, okay?” Dominika encouraged. “And if you need anything, you’ll call. We’ll come right on over and fix it,” she pulled her son into a hug, releasing him after a few seconds. “Now off you go, Oyzterl. I have to drop off my paperwork for the PTA and I'm having coffee with your headmaster. I have some opinions I'd like to discuss about this institution.” Naomi gently pushed Percy towards the entrance and then set off briskly for the PTA booth. Percy was relieved and then horrified. His eyes widened. PTA paperwork?? Coffee with Coulson?? He had to be dreaming. This was a nightmare. He’d have to steal the paperwork and shred it. It was the only way. The moment his mother was gone, he’d teleport on over and grab it - maybe try to use Dorian’s powers to phase on over. Was there a way to get a life model decoy of Coulson on short notice? Could he kidnap Coulson so he couldn’t meet with his mother? He looked at Dominika, almost helplessly. “Go see your boyfriend. Have fun,” she advised, before heading off in Naomi’s direction. She hadn’t been informed about the extra stops on this trip. She wasn’t a goddamn Uber driver. [hider=Translation] 1 - Oytzerl = Little Treasure 2 - Motek = Sweetheart 3 - Ikh bin mer vi shtolts mit dir. Es iz geven shver, ober du bist shtarker vi ver es iz do. Ikh ken nisht gloybn az du bist shoyn fuftsn yor alt. Ikh dank got yedn tog far der brkhh vos du bist. Ikh hob dikh lib. = I am beyond proud of you. It has been hard, but you are stronger than anyone here. I cannot believe that you are already fifteen. I thank God every day for the blessing that you are. I love you. 4 - Ikh hob dikh aoykh lib = I love you too. 5 - ikh vel dikh farfeln = I’ll miss you. 6 - Nisht keyn khiluk vauhin du geyst ader vi veyt du geyst, vel ikh shtendik zeyn deyn mame aun ikh vel dikh shtendik lib hobn. Aoyb ir darft epes, ruft mikh on. ikh bin gleykh arop dem veg. = No matter how far away you go, I will always be your mother and I will always love you. If you need anything, I will be just down the road.[/hider] [hider=Gifts from Percy]Percy did not realize he was supposed to give people gifts (outside of ones in collabs). Oops.[/hider] [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=42A9FF]April Kingston-Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b2a42-176d-736d-87cd-e80ef331aa59.webp[/img] [hr][b][color=42A9FF]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival [b][color=42A9FF]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb [b][color=42A9FF]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0288-fffb-75e9-a893-c52428fffbb6.webp]Denim jumpsuit and shorts[/url], [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0289-6076-72bb-aa81-e8cae051d70b.webp]pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses[/url][hr][/center] Things were going to be different this semester. April was going to be different this semester. Their parents had already said their farewells, having helped April and their brothers move into their new room - a triple, still on the sixth floor of Stark Hall, still with Firestar as their faculty in residence. They’d grabbed their schedules and Pops had dropped off April’s meds with the nurse, and confirmed that they had all the information needed for them to be able to go and take them each evening. It was a little nerve wracking, the idea of taking them without Pops there to supervise - they’d gotten used to having him check their levels over the break, ensuring that they didn’t veer out of the therapeutic window of lithium and into poison. They were supposed to check in twice a day, at least for the first month or so of the semester - once after breakfast, and again after dinner. They pulled out their phone as the alarm went off, reminding them to send a message - they’d seen their parents not too long ago, but it was mostly about getting in the habit right now. [hider=@Pops, Pa, Appa, and Papa]💙[/hider] They slid their phone away, and fiddled a bit with their bracelet, fidgeting with the charms. That was the next layer of protection - an enchantment on the bracelet that would alert the family if they were having an episode. They had weekly therapy calls set up with their therapist back in New Orleans, and the ability to crawl into bed with their favorite people every night, a coping mechanism April had been doing ever since the Kingston-Grays adopted them. So as much as April was afraid, nervous as to what the stress of a new semester would do to them, they felt more secure than they had before the fall semester. They’d been a fragile, rattled mess at the last carnival - terrified of admitting the truth, terrified of living their truth. They weren’t a girl. And they were sick. Two things that let them stand a little taller at the festival, two enormous weights lifted off their shoulders. The hot chocolate bar also helped. And new clothes. Almost everything they’d owned before had either gone to Danni’s closet or the donation bin for the pieces even he couldn’t salvage. The frilly skirts and dresses felt like they belonged to someone else. The ‘rents had taken them to get a whole new wardrobe, filled with options to experiment with. For today, they’d chosen a denim jumpsuit, pairing it with the steel toed boots Pops had gotten them for Christmas - and using the magic comb Pa had given them, they’d added streaks of pink to their hair. A pair of retro, amber tinted shades dangled from around their neck. [color=42A9FF]“I think I’m def winning this, btw!”[/color] April squealed, as they continued to pile more and more toppings onto their hot chocolate. The bar had so many options to choose from - marshmallows, whipped cream, cool whip, marshmallow fluff, candy canes, M&Ms, twizzlers bizarrely enough, pretzel shavings, peppermint shavings, chocolate sauce, caramel sauce, espresso, giant chocolate chip cookies, and a few items that April didn’t recognize but seemed distinctly alien. [color=42A9FF]“There’s no way either of you are gonna be able to catch up, I’m almost at a foot for sure!”[/color] It wasn’t the most structurally stable, consisting of a strong foundation of marshmallow fluff, but they had constructed a small tower on top of their hot chocolate, easily twice the height of the small paper cup the beverage was in. It was already impossible to eat, covered in chocolate syrup and peppermint shavings, with marshmallows speared on candy canes like victims of war. Of course, that was what the cookie they’d grabbed was for - it was multipurpose, able to serve as a spoon for when it came time to devour the toppings, but also to be its own treat. Before they could try to get even more height on their creation (thankfully kept on the table and not being held), their phone buzzed once more. Thinking that it was a message from the ‘rents confirming they’d received the check in, April fished it out, blinking for a second. And their jaw dropped. They re-read the name of the sender of the messages, and screamed. [color=42A9FF]“Did Percy learn to use emojis?!?!?!?!?!”[/color] they gasped, before looking up at Dorian. [color=42A9FF]“Or wait, no, that’s impossible. That’s crazy. Is his phone hacked??? Did someone steal it???”[/color] They went to write back a reply, typing in a frantic message before immediately erasing it. [color=42A9FF]“Dori, if someone hacked him, do we write back to them?? Omfg he got hacked on his birthday!!”[/color] [hider=Gifts from April]April learned about Danni’s idea to put everyone in cute animal costumes, and made some accessories to go along with them. These small amigurumi keychains appeared on folks’ doorsteps a little after Christmas: [list][*]April made themself a dolphin [*]Danni - a peacock [*]Dorian - a rat (with a tiny crown) [*]Vicky - an otter [*]Andy - a panda [*]Percy - a kitten [*]Leah - a kangaroo [*]Sabine - a zookeeper [/list][/hider]