test drive meme (#2)

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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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Dante | DmC: Devil May Cry

[fuckchild]

SCENARIO 2

In all honesty, Dante had little to lose. He figured, why the hell not? If something happened, he'd at least be doing something instead of trying to survive the streets and making it to the next day half-starved and mostly drunk. He could finally do something about the Kaijus that destroyed his life.

Finally.

He wasn't fan of the interview room, though, once the whole process started. It reminded him too much of when he'd been taken in multiple times, interrogating him about the stupidest shit. Not that it mattered, no one ever believed him when he'd tell them the truth. They made him take off his coat, too, for "security reasons."

They never gave it back to him either. Such bullshit.

Fuck uniforms.

Dante was never a good sleeper. He's something of an insomniac, and a paranoid one too. It's closer to 4:45, and he's roaming the Shatterdome until the 5:30 alarm. He hasn't even bothered to properly put on his uniform either. He hangs out with a few engineers, tries to suss them out for shit about the Kaiju and the weapons equipped on the current Jaegers, before moving on to explore the rest of the place.

Re: Dante | DmC: Devil May Cry

[charliehotel]

Well, he'd find a kindred spirit in one respect in the good doctor, here. A workaholic, she finds herself bothering the engineers in the earlier hours of the morning, and working by herself near the doors out of the bay when she's done with that. She's a bit of a mess, coffee in one hand, clipboard folio in the other as she tries to juggle notes and walk and drink at the same time. It's relatively successful for a moment, but then she jostles the folio a bit too much and loses its attached notepad on the floor.

Cursing mildly, she leans down to retrieve the thing, in the process almost spilling her coffee. So the coffee is settled on the ground as she reorganizes things. She kind of forgets it when she walks off. Then it's back toward her lab (glorified little dungeon that it is).

[fuckchild]

Dante sort of watches the frantic doctor (he'd seen her around, but he didn't really pay that much attention at the time) and notices her coffee.

He frowns at the cup, then frowns at her. Part of him wants to leave it and move on with his life but... he hangs his head back out of his own inability to keeps his nose out of things.

Dante swoops down and picks up the coffee. "Hey!"

[charliehotel]

Less frantic and more scattered, she pauses in her walk. Surely no one is yelling after her at stupid o'clock in the morning. But she turns back and sure enough, there's someone behind her with a cup of coffee. Her cup of coffee.

Oops.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Not that she's not already walking back over to take the coffee.