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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!
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[righthemisphere]

Raleigh shorts and follows his brother's gaze, thumbs tucked up over his belt buckle. The journey here wasn't exactly a picnic for them and they hadn't been crammed into a bus for hours, he imagines they're all feeling a little green around the gills. Especially as they're all so young. What was the minimum recruiting age these days? Not old enough to drink but old enough to die for your country. Not that it's ever been otherwise.

But, that's part of why they're there, right? The welcome wagon? To do their job and do it well and just happen to be visible to the cadets as a constant reminder of what they're all working towards. What this is all about.

He turns back and offer up his right forearm for a bump. They've got this.

"Hell yeah, we're rock stars." Cocky? Yes. But true? Absolutely. And then,

"Shame the Hansens aren't here yet. Would have been nice to divide and conquer a little bit. Split the load."

[inurhead]

It's Yancy's turn to snort at that. He shakes his head, but offers his arm to Raleigh in return for the bump back. The attitude on that kid is really something sometimes.

With one last yawn and shake, Yancy turns and squares his shoulders. "Even better, kid. Let's go sell it to the guys who're gonna be us in ten years."

[righthemisphere]

"I already feel sorry for the ones who turn into you."

He quips and smiles, taking the first steps towards the crowd with his usual saunter. Somewhere in the back of his head he can hear an epic theme song blasting. Yancy and Raleigh Becket, Professional bad-asses reporting for duty.

[inurhead]

"No kidding, they'll have to put up with the next generation of you." Comes Yancy's retort. Anyone casually listening to the men might assume they didn't get along well, but the opposite was the truth. They were close enough to affectionately give one another crap all of the time, that was all.

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