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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[secondtry]

Mike answered him with a wry smile. "Pilot trainee. Might be marching out beside you eventually. Key word there being 'might.' They've got to figure out if there's anybody I might match in all this. I've decided not to put any money on it. You were lucky."

He raised his glass in Yancy's direction. "You got to come in with a drift partner ready-made."

[inurhead]

"Mmm," Yancy agreed, taking another sip of coffee. It's the only way he'd have ever said mmm with his mouth full of that stuff, but he nods, and swallows it after a brief struggle with his gag reflex. "Yeah, we all did. That's why we're here, actually. The program here is cutting edge, trying to get strangers to drift together. This place is making a big noise, and it's been quiet up north."

[secondtry]

"Yeah, I remember," Mike said, shaking his head a little. "I was in Alaska for a while. Glad I'm down here now. Those kind of temperatures are hell for a California kid like me. I'd sooner deal with humidity than freezing off anything that dangles."

[inurhead]

That gets a little snort out of Yancy. He can sort of relate, except for him this place is the painful adjustment. The heat and humidity are murder to an Anchorage boy. They're lucky he's not asleep right now. Seriously. "Insulation layers go a long way."

Heat, on the other hand, you can do jack all about. That's just going to take some getting used to.

[secondtry]

But Mike chuckled, shaking his head a little out of amusement more than anything else. "But you can only put on so many layers and still move. Down here, I can probably just hang out in some shorts. It'd be nice. I'll get to work on my tan."

Except he knew, thanks to scheduling, he'd never get that kind of time. But he could live with that when it came down to it.

[inurhead]

Yancy quirked an eyebrow, but refrained from pointing out how unlikely it was for a pilot trainee to have spare time like that. He'd been through the program himself, he knew better. But what was the harm in a nice daydream like soaking up some sun? Let the guy have it for now.

"Do they start you from scratch when you transfer?" He asked instead. It's a protocol he'd never had to deal with personally, having come in with a strong drift partner and all. Relocating them wouldn't have made any sense. But for single pilot hopefuls, there was a big difference in tactics. Maybe the guy hadn't made a good match with anyone in Alaska but had good potential. That seemed like something that could happen, right?

[secondtry]

"Not really sure, honestly." He sniffed the coffee one more time before shaking his head and taking a few steps away to throw it away. "I've been out of the picture for a few years. I figure I'll probably have to do some catch-up work, more testing, and I'll definitely have to add some more Spanish to my vocabulary. Right now, I'm waiting to find out what's going to happen."

*"Spanish is easy."

[inurhead]

"Espanol es facil." Yancy replied, eying his own coffee. His stomach wasn't exactly thrilled about the hostile invasion going on right now, but mabe if he choked down enough of the stuff the caffeine would kick in...

[secondtry]

"Yeah, it is," Mike agreed, his rudimentary Spanish getting him through that much, "but if I'm going to actually hold a conversation, I'm going to need more than I've got, which is basically enough to get me in trouble."

Then again, that seemed to be one of his favourite hobbies.

"But I've gotta ask, man, do you always have this much trouble waking up?"

[inurhead]

This isn't the first time in Yancy's life someone's commented on his attraction to caffeine, but it does make him quirk an eyebrow a little. Whatever, this kid will be calling him "sir" in a couple days. Might as well be nice about it until then. Yancy shrugs. "Must be the time difference. Jet lag."

Actually, he never has been a morning person. Awake and alert took better coffee than this, or movement in the breach. At the very least a decent shower, which is the option he'd gone with this morning, considering all the press that were on the way. But that information was need to know, and anyone who still had training wheels attached didn't need to know it. The kid would find out later, if he was made of the tough stuff.