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J'car was not a great believer in micromanagement.

Some wingleaders liked to have everything a particular way. Some wingleaders would have drawn up lists of people needing to be interviewed and assigned them out to ensure an equal coverage of weyrlings, prisoners, and spectators at that disastrous Hatching. Some might have even gone so far as to suggest particular questions to be asked during these interviews.

J'car had done none of the above. His goal wasn't to gather evidence to support a particular conclusion by asking leading questions; he simply wanted to get a feel for the point at which things at Warden's had gone so badly awry. And it was clear that somewhere, things had gone terribly awry. And he trusted the judgement, good sense, and instincts of his riders. If he didn't, they wouldn't still be in his wing. So instead he'd largely left them to their own devices to gather information as they thought best.

Still, it was important to keep in regular contact. (And not just because of the frankly alarming reports about the disappearing bluerider.) He wanted to stay up to date on how everyone was doing. They'd had a few days so far to settle in to their temporary quarters and get a feel for the place, and he wanted to see what his riders had uncovered so far. So he'd asked Tauvolanth to send out a message to his wingriders to meet him in his quarters just after breakfast.

Granted, he'd been staying with I'saak as much as in those quarters... His former wingrider was in sorry shape, and sorely needed the company. But they were spacious enough to fit everyone, and well-kept enough to befit a wingleader. And they would afford some measure of privacy.

The dragon snorted on her bed.
Ai snickered quietly.

Zamanateth snuffed gleefully. Look at how smart she was! Alliteration!
She replied, not saying anything to 'simpering'. They were attentive, that pair. She appreciated them, she had to admit.

That got Zam's attention.
she said eagerly,
Ai didn't comment on Zamanateth's 'skill'.

Ai finished getting dressed.
Ai sort of hoped not. She was Weyrwoman, a low ranking position here, so sometimes she would like to be treated as one of the Watch, especially with this investigation. Having a large gold dragon hampered matters.
said Zamanateth lazily,
Ai couldn't repress a chuckle. Zam... Was Zam.

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"Good morning." said Ai, warmly, joining the group with easy confidence.
Not so easy really, hard earned, "I trust everybody's interviews have gone well?

There was more that A'vin could have done, granted he could have done a lot less. He had successfully, well he thought it successful enough, completed one interview by himself and one with his mother. "Hey want to go to the meeting?" he asked his big bronze as he got ready. 'Do you think mother will be there?' he asked as he picked his head up to look at his rider.

A'vin rolled his eyes. Seth was more of a momma's boy then he was! "I doubt it. My mother will be there no doubt, but I don't see Zamanateth being there. Maybe you could go see wherever she is and hang out with her?" he suggested to his bronze.

Seth did what could only be described as a sigh. 'No I will wait here till you are done. I'm rather sleepy. Perhaps I shall take a nap.' he said curling around himself. He wanted to go see his mother but he didn't want to annoy her, and he had made himself her company almost always since she said she wanted to fly here. Although he didn't fly his mother, that would be just wrong, he didn't want these weak males to do so either.

A'vin rolled his eyes. "Well then I'm off. Have a nice nap." and with that he made his way to J'car's weyr.

Once there he spotted his mother right away and made his way to her side, like always. "Hello everyone." he said with a smile.

"You need to possess more than two braincells, that's what," came the answer to Kr'stof's question. The bad thing was it came from Grace.

The Greenrider had entered the little gathering at a quick pace, cigarette clenched in the corner of her mouth, cup of her own klah in hand (thank you very much). But why had she rushed over? What had she been thinking? Everyone was talking about pastries and klahcakes. She took the cigarette from her mouth and stared straight at J'car. "Well, nice of you to inform me that this was a tea party. I would've brought jellyrolls and sandwiches. Now what will we do?" Her eyebrows decided to grow a mind of their own, and nearly lifted off the woman's forehead.

And then Cassith happened.

And I have arrived~ came the familiar sing-song, pain-in-the-a** voice of the sage colored Green as she tried to touch down on the ledge. There was plenty of room, but Cassith had decided she wanted the spot where the other dragons were. It was hers. Pardon me, boys. Ungainly attempt number two. -- I said MOVE IT. Thank you.

She settled herself and all her vanity.

You said you weren't coming.

I lied.

C'per was not, on the whole, a boisterous man. He was talkative and inquisitive and got into everything, certainly. But he wasn't particularly loud and he didn't tend to take the forefront of conversations that weren't explicitly work-related. He watched and listened as the rest of the wing arrived, giving a short nod to Kr'stof and cracking a smile at the fellow greenrider's dismay. "Unfortunately, you'll find that in most places, you get the best baked goods when you're up with the sun. Or earlier than the sun, in my ca - ah, Grace."

C'per liked Grace. He liked the whole wing, to be honest. But Grace was interesting, and grumpy, and he liked how bright she was when she wasn't lambasting people, and so she got a short nod from the man before he turned his attention back to the rest. E'koyo was there, and Ai, of course (the Weyrwoman considering herself a member of the Watch actually fascinated C'per, who approved wholeheartedly of this kind of involvement) with A'vin at her side.

In the back of his mind, he could feel Denith moving over to accomodate Cassith, but instead of remarking on that or talking to his dragon, he simply turned over the bubbly-pie to J'car (hopefully no one would mind it had bites taken out of it) and set about pouring cups of klah for everyone.

"I'd say that's about the technical long and short of it, chief," he said with a nod. "I'd like to hear what everyone's finding out in their interviews so far." No admission that he hadn't done a single one yet. C'per would get around to it, once he decided on suitable subjects.

"Sparkles! Sparkles Junior!" Kr'stof lifted his sorry excuse for klah in the air for them, mournful expression wiped clear for that moment. Sure, the bronze-rider was a bit of a puppy dog dutifully following his mother around, but Kr'stof was the last one to talk about that. Either way, he didn't usually bother to learn their names. He liked the goldrider well enough, didn't know much about her son despite him being in their wing.

Kr'stof waved at the other rider, E'koyo, his eyes darting back and forth to look for a certain other bronzerider that shall remain nameless. It took but a second and no sign of grump flashed, but that was because Grace decided to be her usual charming self, beautiful voice and all. He put on his mask of absolute despair and faced her in his extreme sadness, ignoring C'per's declaration of waking up early.

"My dearest darling, snuggles, everything that leaves your beautiful mouth wounds me. My heart-" He clasped his meat-roll full hand to his chest and (quite gracefully) collapsed into the nearest chair in a boneless heap. "-I fear it cannot take any more of your cruel, terrible words, your mere implication that I may be without a duo of braincells to--Oooh, sweetrolls? Honeybear, you delightful man."

The greenrider leaned over, meatroll blessedly tucked into his mouth, and grabbed the sweet. He settled back into his chair, legs stretched out, and took a bite of his meatroll. C'per talked and handed out honest to goodness non-sludge klah while Kr'stof chewed. When he spoke it was after he swallowed like a gentleman.

"I've found out the little metallic female is quite polite, actually. I know it's a prison but honestly, some of the things going on just reek of bad management. Has anyone been able to get word of where the Weyrleader is? It's a title only thing but he just..." Kr'stof wriggled his fingers an huffed, face clouding into irritation. "It's not right. Nor was the pre-Hatching... display with the Goldrider. Speaking of ******** up things, have any of you looked into those White Rooms? Terrifying. So is that entire block."

E'koyo had waved back at Kr'stof, and had snagged a sweetroll and some klah, before claiming a chair of his own. He hadn't done any formal interviews yet, though he had talked with a few people. He was glad to hear that he wasn't the only person to find this place a mess, though it wasn't very reasurring.

"That's the same sort of feelings I've been getting as well," he commented. "And you're completely right about those white rooms. They're torture, plain and simple."

Sure, prisoners that were trouble needed to be punished, but by that? It was a bit extreme, and if they weren't crazy before that, well, he suspected that some of the ones in the Unstable Population Block might have been influenced by being locked up in those rooms.

With a roll of eyes he smiled at Kr'stof. He knew many of the other riders called him similar names, either behind his back or to his face. He had learned to stop caring about them after the turns. And it seemed that Seth loved to be called them. It meant he was compared to his amazing mother. "Morning to you too Kr'stof." he said with a nod to his fellow rider. He made it a note to know each every one of their names, or at least the names of their dragons. It was only right.

He listened as the others talked about what they knew. He hadn't met the pink dragon, and was very surprised to find out that he was male. He also hadn't checked out the white rooms. Though if their name gave away anything about them then he didn't really want to go see them. He really didn't have anything to add, it seemed that everything was said already.

"I hear the Warden is particularly... harsh." he said as he looked for the right word. The story about him making all the candidates go and see the goldrider after her dragon was gone? That was not something that should have been done in his opinion. She should have been allowed to grieve by herself, not with so many watching.