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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! |
Shirou Emiya || Fate/stay night
The young man taking his seat on the beaten-up old bus does not, quite honestly, look like someone who's just had his life changed forever by being accepted into an elite force designed to protect and save humanity. He has far too much of the look of someone having an ordinary day. Maybe he's thinking about what's going to be for lunch?
After a minute, though, a frown crosses his peaceful face, and all of a sudden he's getting up from his seat, heedless of the motion of the bus. "No, this is no good. Seriously, everyone's going to overheat. It's not safe." Not safe, he says, while making his way busily up the aisle of a moving bus. "Let me have a look at the air conditioning. I'm a little bit of a mechanic, all right?"
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The owner of the knobby knees didn't mean to be malicious -- he'd just swung around too quick, the boy grabbing his attention as sure as a laser pointer might a cat's.
"A little bit? In the same way a chef is a little bit a cook?"
... That, though. That was definitely on the deadpan side of cheeky.
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"Oof!" And he staggers and clutches frantically at the seat ahead of him.
Blinking, Shirou straightens up, still clutching the edge of the seat, to stare at the man addressing him. "Yeah, but that means I could probably make it a little bit better. What's the problem with that?"
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Despite the apology, the Doctor's slow on removing his legs from the aisle, lower body twisting rather than him looking away for even a second. A chef made a fantastic cook, so if it was anything like he'd just said, this boy would definitely potentially be able to fix it, and thus, finally,
"... The only problem's that fixing it would require a pit-stop, and then we'll be late. But I'd say we have the time, so - actually - the other problem is --" It wasn't actually a problem, "- mind if I watch?"
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"I could have a look at it while the bus is running," he begins, "and only stop us when I'm really ready to--" And he cuts off, belatedly registering that final question. "Watch? It's pretty tedious. I wouldn't want you to get bored or anything like that."
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"How can you have a look at it while it's running? Are there panels on the insides of buses? Will you really be able to tell if it just needs more fluid or if there's something actually broken off? Oh, that is spectacular. You lead the way, I'll follow."
... And, supposedly, don't worry a tick about him being bored, as the possibility, even considering the other's assertions, doesn't even seem to register with him.
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He makes a bit of a face. "If that doesn't work, we'd have to stop, I guess. Sorry."
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Aforementioned fellow meaning the bus driver, meaning the man with the perpetual unimpressed scowl and, he'd be willing to wage, the meanest eyebrows this side of the Pacific. Following only took the brown-haired man so far, however; by the end of the seat aisles, he'd hang back, voice turning into an unsubtle whisper toward the other. A makeshift good luck asking, perhaps.
"I think his name's Jameston."
The fellow's name definitely wasn't Jameston.