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academyooc2014-01-20 08:39 pm
supportadmin) wrote in academyooc2014-01-20 08:39 pm
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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. |
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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.
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Congratulations! You have been judged Drift Compatible, and sent home to pack after giving a definite yes to the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. The next thing you face down is the flight into Santiago, Chile, and the subsequent drive in to Valparaíso's Shatterdome. You and the rest of the crowd of soon to be PPDC Ranger Cadets have been gathered together to wait for the old bus scheduled to take you to the Shatterdome. While waiting in the open air, those from any Northern Hemisphere countries may find the summer weather strange. Today's high is going to be in the upper 80's, and there's not a cloud to be seen that's not clinging to the distant mountains. Welcome to Chile. When the bus arrives, it's another hour ride out toward the coastline to get to the Shatterdome. Even better? The bus Air Conditioner is broken. Safe travels, Cadets! |
| Please set up your own scenarios as you like. The above two scenarios are suggestions. Anything goes! | |
Mikasa Ackerman | Attack on Titan
To the average onlooker, the young woman sitting in the chair awaiting her interview partner looked calm. Collected. With her perfect posture and her hands folded neatly in her lap, yet the thin line of her mouth betrays her anxiety.
She had little worry about being able to meet the physical demands that were required of a good cadet, but Drift Compatibility was another matter entirely. Aside from a select few, Mikasa wasn't exactly quick to make friends and rarely opened up to others. But she couldn't let that get in her way. What a joke, to get turned away from the academy because she had trouble connecting with others.
It's not off to a warm and endearing start, though, and she only offers her partner a small nod in greeting as they sit down across from her before turning her attention to the sheet of sample questions and clearing her throat, "What's your least favorite color?"
So much for introductions.
( Scenario 2 )
She'd only just cut her hair for the convenience of it (and because a certain someone suggested it), but it's hard not to be grateful when she's waiting to file onto the bus waiting to take them to the Shatterdome in the blistering hot weather of Chile.
It doesn't stop her from wearing her signature red scarf, though it's only loosely looped around her neck. She's just about to climb onto the first step of the bus when a strong gust of wind picks up the scrap of fabric and carries it off- and directly into the face of a poor soul farther back in line.
( Scenario 2 part 2 )
It turns out stepping out of line to retrieve your scarf is a good way to end up at the back, and with a poor choice in seats left to choose from. There's a handful in the front, but her sights are set for the back of the bus, where a certain fellow recruit by the name of Jaeger was seated by the window.
He'd yell at her if he knew her criteria for seating, but it didn't stop her from approaching one of the last half-empty bench seats in the back. Maybe the person sitting there already was saving it for someone else, or were just hoping to get a bench all to themselves but they'll soon find themselves with company.
"Is this seat taken?" It's more a formality than anything because she's not waiting for a yes before sliding into the seat next to them.
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Amelia smiles, amused; the knowledge that she's not really being assessed for Drift Compatibility probably contributes to her relaxed posture. She's not sure whether she's in the interview rooms because the PPDC really does want all their psych staff to get a sense of the assessments from the other side of things or because her department wants to have a laugh at the newbie's expense. Either way, she's okay with it - knowing what the cadets go through probably is useful, and maybe she can try and put this poor girl at ease.
She places her hands and elbows on the table, drumming the fingers of her right hand in thought before coming up with an answer: "Yellow. I want to like it - it's bright and sunny and all - but I just can't pull it off.
"What about you?"
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Running her fingers absentmindedly over the tail end of her scarf, "Gray," And after a moment, she realizes she ought to offer some sort of an explanation, "It reminds me of a storm." The color of the sky the day the first Kaiju attacked, she was still very young, but she'd never forget the gray of the sky, the twisted metal of the damaged city.
Pulling herself out of her memories, she clears her throat awkwardly, "I haven't really thought about questions like these very much."
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She shifts, sitting up stiffer and straighter and looking down her nose in imitation of some imagined tester. "'She doesn't like gray? Oh, no, she can't possibly be a Ranger - all the Mark IV drivesuits are gray, it just wouldn't work!'"
The affected tension eases away, and she grins, darting a glance at the one-way mirror for good measure. They're gonna love her for that, she's sure.
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She clears her throat, "At least you won't have to worry about yellow drivesuits." Her face doesn't give much of an indication that she's joking, but it's a lame attempt nonetheless.
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"Thank god for that," she says with a grin. It's more true than the girl thinks, though for different reasons than she might expect. Then Amelia scans down the list of questions, praying her interview partner doesn't say anything while she's not looking. "This looks like a nice easy question: Do you have children?"
It's probably an empathy question, she thinks, looking back up expectantly. Someone with kids is probably a caretaker, responsible, qualities good for people who are meant to be saving the world.
Sorry about the delay!
She can't remember the last time she even considered the idea of starting a family that way. When she was little her mother spoke of it, about passing on their family's traditions to her future kids but that was before a botched robbery stole her family from her, and the Kaiju took another. There's too much baggage and she's devoted herself entirely to protecting the family she has left.
as am I, oh wow :c
At least, she hopes kids are more careful. Kids shouldn't be having kids in the first place as far as she's concerned, but even with the alert system and the Jaegers, Amelia worries about her parents living in a coastal city; it must be worse for people you're actually responsible for.
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"The hell-?!"
He yanks the offending scarf off his face and looks at it, bewildered. This is definitely winter clothing. Nobody in their right mind would have brought this along... right? He glances upwind to see if he can spot the owner, wondering if they even noticed it's gone.
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"Sorry, that's mine." Unnecessary, since who else would push through a throng of hot, sweaty people to chase after a raggedy old scarf?
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"What else you got packed, mittens? A coat?" He's holds the scarf out, but as bewildered as he clearly is with her fashion choices, at least he seems good natured enough about it.
Sorry for the delay, life happened
At the comment about the coat and mittens, she shakes her head, "It's important to me." She's lucky Eren hadn't given her a winter coat all those years ago or she'd probably be carrying that around instead.