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.

Please set up your own scenarios as you like. The above two scenarios are suggestions. Anything goes! If you want to stop by and see about doing some communal AU Worldbuilding, check out the new AU Worldbuilding Meme!

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It's just fine, thank you. All she's asking is that he leaves her alone and lets her do her job. And now she'll back a few more feet away from the pool as a splash comes dangerously close.

"This was a last-minute request." Demand, more like. She got volunteered for it, as she tended to be volunteered for things. She prefers to be in her own workspace and not out and about unless she is absolutely needed.

He didn't do anything though! He just stepped closer so he could keep his voice down and people didn't hear what all they were discussing. But he does make a face at the splash, and wanders over to a nearby chair to get a towel which he throws down on the spot the splash hit, carefully drying it with his foot.

"You could just take your shoes off you know, go barefoot. It would save them." He's not going to press the demand vs. volunteer bit, he knows her well enough to know what she likes. All he can do is try and make her life easier.

And he was touching his pants around a lady, which is rude and obnoxious in a professional environment. Besides that. the towel? While it's a nice gesture, it's unnecessary, if it's directed at her.

"I could, yes." But she's not. She's going to be stubborn and appropriately dressed. What does he want, her in a wetsuit? Come on.

It was either fix his waistband or leave it wrinkled and sliding down some and be far more rude and obnoxious. She could take her pick there really. And yes, yes it was so it being ignored only makes him sigh.

"You're near a pool, Catherine, being stubborn is only going to result in a disaster somehow for you. Either take your shoes off or go stand on the chair over there so they don't get wet." How about option C, he makes up his own?

Still. Unimpressed. As always, and like she is with everyone. It takes a very special moment to crack her and make her care. This isn't it. She steps back again, looking around the pool, deciding that perhaps she's done enough observing from up close. The smell of chlorine is starting to annoy her, and she can look her notes over from a bit of a distance.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll get out of the way."

That annoys him in a way that only she can anymore. He didn't say get out of the way, he just gave her ideas as to how to keep her shoes dry. Honestly he doesn't mind her being around, he likes it, she's a familiar face that he at least knows won't judge him to awful badly for his life and his life choices. So he makes a face again, he grunts.

"If you take recommendations as to how to keep your shoes dry as a way of seeing 'Please leave me alone and get out of the way there's serious work being done and you aren't allowed to see it.' Then fine. Go ahead." He even says it with hand gestures, shooing her away. "That's not what I said at all, and if you would perhaps, care to stay here and talk then I could perhaps help you with your work."

She doesn't like what she's doing right now, so she's irritable. It's a thing, a thing he ought to recognize, though it's fine if he doesn't.

"Stop causing a scene in front of everyone." Calm, cool, she looks him over. "I never took it that way. I simply wanted to get away from the water. I'm suddenly not allowed to take your advice?" A look around the pool, then, and she closes her notebook, then turns toward him.

"And now you think you can help me."

He does, somewhat, but seeing her here and remembering her moods is taking a little getting used to again. Give him a bit, he'll get it.

"I'm not causing a scene," he does however have enough sense to look bashful and scratch at his head. "And you are I just," he pauses, takes a breath, sighs, and shakes his head. "Never mind, Catherine. And I know I could help you, if you wanted it."

"Help me with what? Do you even know what I'm doing here?" A slight, quiet sigh escapes her, and she glances back at the pool. It's a bit of a mess, but cadets are helping each other, and the spirit of the program is shining through. Hell, no wonder they picked Jacob for this. He's perfect.

"You have charges to watch over, and I, for one, don't want to keep you from your work. If you want to speak with me, later is more appropriate."

"You're taking notes on drivesuit and other pons systems compatibility, aren't you?" He glances back at the pool, makes sure no one is drowning or needs correction on their technique and nods before glancing back at her. He's not doing what he'd like to be, but he's doing okay.

"Later means one of us avoiding this you know. Or it going in places we don't want it too. I just thought I'd offer to help, see how you are."

"Right now I'm assessing physical fitness of the candidates and observing whether or not they're ready for the full suit tests. I am a glorified physical education teacher right now." She looks wholly annoyed with this, but it's part of the package. Where they need her, she is; it gives her the other side of the coin: freedom to pursue her research, and data she might be able to use at any time.

"I won't avoid anything. We should talk. We haven't in some time."

"So we're doing the same job then, just with a slightly different twist." He's trying to make it easy on her now but he really doubts it'll work. He gets being annoyed though, he would be too if he had to do something that was almost a necessary evil to him.

"Would you do it over dinner then?"

What even.

"Are we going to the fancy part of the mess hall?"

IT WORKS, just roll with it Catherine, god.

"Maybe. Or eat in your office if you have one?"

"Yes." She sighs, looking a bit world-weary, though it's slightly exaggerated. "I have an office. How would I not?"

So is he going to get mess hall takeout? Meatloaf and collard greens over candlelight and coffee?

Possibly or meatloaf with mashed potatoes and corn. Maybe salad. It is very dependent on how fancy this mess hall is compared to Alaska.

"I don't know, this place is new and I don't know what they gave you." He does however start to fidget slightly, rocking back and forth on his feet.

Though she waves it off at first, she notes his actions and... What's that feeling. Pity? No, she's just sick of this public scene and wants to be done with it.

"Later. Find my office, bring dinner, and I'll eat it."

He isn't after pity, he's just unsure. Which is odd, he's usually full of confidence but around her it sort of crumbles, and frankly he's just after some answers to things and maybe a promise for later. Upon getting that he nods, stops his rocking.

"I'll even bring you coffee, and if you need more information on the cadets let me know."

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