academyooc | test drive meme (#2)

Test Drive Meme The Pan Pacific Defense Corps was usually offered any of a variety of local buildings to set up their testing centers. For reasons of access and availability, most testing clinics were set up in central areas for any given community. Those of the PPDC staff on hand vary in their personal intensity. Some of the men and women wearing Strike Group insignia seemed overly serious, to the point of frowning with intensity at some of the youngest checking in for this testing round. Those from the K-Science division are tight with nervous energy as they direct prospective cadets through various activities. Everything was meant to measure potential, looking for that spark that meant they had somebody who was Drift Compatible. The majority of people were turned away after the first series of seemingly random tests, officials looking in eyes, placing odd looking contraptions over heads, asking for people to play a series of short games, one even in a virtual reality set-up.

	( SCENARIO ONE ) If you are still here now, you've made it past the first cut. You'll be sat down in a room with the rest who have made it this far, then systematically led into smaller interview rooms as pairs. If you came with a partner, they're your first interview candidate. If you came on your own, all your interviews are random assignment. All who have been asked to stay are required to sit through and conduct a series of short peer to peer interviews. The questions are straightforward. What kind of pets would you like to own? What game do you gravitate toward first in an arcade? What does the fox say? Where do you squeeze your toothpaste tube to get toothpaste on your toothbrush? What do you believe the Drift is like? Peer to peer interviews last for half an hour to an hour, and each person is asked to participate in at least three peer-to-peer interviews. There is no punishment for going off script. There is a one-way mirror looking into each interview area, and one door leading into the room with a small panel of glass located on the door. There is a clock on the wall in each room. The time they report is odd when examined. These are not digital clocks, but timers, counting up time since the last Kaiju attack.

	( SCENARIO TWO ) You've been accepted into the Jaeger Academy. You've been assigned to your barracks, issued your uniform and necessities, shown the overall layout of the Shatterdome, and told the wake up call is at 0530. You're settling in to the Academy schedule, and for many, it may be brutal indeed. When you're brought into the indoor swimming pool, it's to an overwhelming stench of chlorine. Your swimsuits are all the same for the men, simple swim-trunks, one uniform blue. Women wear a blue and white racer style swimsuit, in the same cut across the board. Uniformity doesn't disappear for swimming lessons. Lessons start out basic, teaching each Cadet to rely on themselves and each other to keep them afloat. From there, maneuvers get more complicated. Learning safe diving techniques, practicing proper holds to keep an unconscious or panicked partner afloat. Speed, agility, and endurance: all will be in demand. Then you start hearing rumors about full uniform swims coming up the next session.

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Chuck's pretty sure he got on someone's shitlist for this duty, because he's not here to go to the actual Academy, he's here to protect it, make sure all the wannabes don't get eaten by a kaiju before they ever set foot in a Jaeger.

He's pretty sure this is Herc's doing, actually, and Chuck - sixteen going on forty-five - is the lucky one who gets stuck as a fill in partner for the newbies because they're one short and someone's gotta do it.

"Right so," he leans back, props an ankle on his opposite knee and stretches his arms behind his head. "Pets. What kind?"

Lucy being older than him, she's hardly amused. She's not unimpressed by him, but his attitude leaves a little bit to be desired. Honestly, she thinks fellow candidates and others associated with them ought to have some modicum of seriousness in their action.

Or maybe she's expecting too much.

Crisply, though, she opens the notebook and writes something.

Horses. I had six when I was a child.

Then she turns the notebook to face him, waiting for him to read.

Maybe expecting a bit too much. Chuck's a surly fellow on a good day and when he's shafted with duty that he's already put his time in for, he's a little miffed.

He's a Ranger for chrissakes, he shouldn't even be in here.

But -- if anything, Chuck does what he's told (mostly) and follows orders (usually) and so he's here and not complaining audibly to her face.

"Right. Horses. How many? Names?"

Ranger or not, he's been drafted into this, and he ought to be taking it seriously, in her opinion. It doesn't deter her, because she's as focused as ever on the task. Maybe this is just the government-sanctioned equivalent of speed dating, but she's in it to win it. Another moment, as she writes:

Six. Named after comets. Did you have any pets?

She pauses in her writing. Is he even paying attention?

You seem like a dog person.

That she turns toward him, shows him briefly. She has to keep it from being one-sided, she thinks, make the whole effort worth it even if he's not one of her peers.

His lips quirk up and he tips his head, expression softening just a fraction. The irritation recedes a little, and his eyes skim the words and he actually barks a laugh, then nods.

"Yeah, you could say I'm a dog person." Max isn't with him at the moment, Herc's got him, something about not scaring the newbies. "Got a bulldog, Max. Gonna be Striker's mascot."

At the laugh, she smiles, though it's almost a smirk. At least she got some kind of a reaction that isn't wholly negative. It works, and she'll work with it.

Bulldogs are nice. They're usually friendly. Any others?

"Max is great. Stick around here, you'll meet him. He's hard to miss."

But at that, he shakes his head no.

"Nah. Before him, never had a dog. Max is plenty for me right now."

With a nod, she acknowledges his words. See? Progress. She's kind of surprised that she made any, in all honesty, knowing how difficult it is for her to connect sometimes. But they're all in the same boat, here, fighting the good fight, or at least prepping to. That's what matters. Her devotion matters, her dedication, the fact that even though she might fall behind, she will keep trying.

I'd like to meet him.

Which means passing this with flying colors and making a good impression on the higher-ups, sure.

Next question?

Chuck kind of grins at her - course she would, everyone wants to meet Max. Max is the best damn dog in the world, according to Chuck.

"Right. Let's see...any sports played?"

test drive meme (#2)

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