test drive meme

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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 is your least favorite color? Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you? What time of day do you accomplish the most? Do you have children? 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 ) 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!

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could be worse than goofy right?

[spareheir]

Kou hadn't planned to offer his name, since he'd been assuming that Mr. Becket was just around for the day and wouldn't be interested in knowing it. But when he's asked, it's only polite to respond.

"Kou Ichijo," he says, taking Raleigh's hand with only a hint of hesitation and giving him a good shake, paired with a slight incline that's something like an impulse to bow being stopped in its tracks. "And I already know yours. When I passed the first test I bought my sister a set of pilot dolls to help explain."

Exactly

[righthemisphere]

"Ichijo.." He lets it roll around in his mouth. His Japanese isn't amazing, but it's enough to get by, picked up when he was young during a long stint in Katori while his father oversaw building works along the Tone River.

He's about to answer with in the other's native tongue but is knocked off guard by the doll comment.

Raleigh laughs. "You know those things look nothing like us." But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a set as well.

[spareheir]

Kou stiffens, almost imperceptibly for a moment as Mr. Becket rolls the name over, but relaxes again immediately when it isn't followed by recognition. He cants his head to either side, playfully examining Raleigh's face for a moment.

"Maybe not! She's teething, so your face is...hmm. Better in person."

[righthemisphere]

They hadn't spent much time in Tokyo and even if they had, Raleigh was young and wouldn't have been interested in important families. Your secret, for now, is safe.

Still, he laughs - something open and genuine - and rubs one hand across the back of his neck.

"I should hope so." And then a pause. "So. What division are you trying for?"

[spareheir]

What division indeed. Kou hadn't even thought that far in advance. He'd just wanted the ticket that took him far away from home and everything there. The ticket that he was sure would lead to something big and important. A way to make pay his parents back for taking him in all those years, when it turned out they didn't need him after all. Something they could point out proudly to anyone who asked what Kou-sama (ugh) was up to these days.

"Hmm, do they let pilots keep playing risky sports? Maybe I'd better try for support staff just in case?"