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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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No worries at all!

[ex_serrulata608]

She feels an intense gratefulness, returning Mudou's bow. She also feels embarrassed, but it's a more pleasant kind of emotion. She's been gearing herself up to not know so much of what might happen that running into any piece of familiarity is immensely reassuring.

"They probably will," she says, her voice kept low as she leans out over the street as well. "Ah! I see it too!"

Her smile in return is easier, less inhibited and controlled. "One step closer to everything." A future? Of some sort. Sakura embraces that potential, regardless of what path she walks as she continues down this road.

[unswervingly]

Sara likes that smile. It's friendly and warm, and it's nice to see the other girl loosen up a little when she seemed so nervous before. With a mischievous grin, Sara reaches out to grab Sakura's hand, and starts to run. "Come on," she urges. "If we catch it before everyone else, we'll be able to get the good seats!"

For whatever definition of "good" the bus might have, anyway. The seats were probably all alike, but at least they'd have the option of choosing if they weren't crowding on last. First come, first serve, right?

[ex_serrulata608]

Startled as she is by the sudden grab of her hand, Sakura schools herself into moving forward instead of engaging and breaking contact. It isn't a threatening situation, and her surprise carries an edge of amusement. She puts on speed, keeping pace with Sara with relative ease, pack or no.

"I don't think it stops early!"

Buses might wait and stop again later, but it seems unlikely to Sakura it'll pull over earlier simply due to enthusiasm, but her thoughts reach a similar conclusion to Sara's. There won't be a great degree of difference between seats, no matter if they board early or late.

[unswervingly]

"It might!" Sara insists, and she feels a burst of triumph as it bumps to a stop. A few feet down the road, Sara can hear the faint echo of groans and some of the other recruits start trudging towards the bus.

Sara turns to Sakura and grins, before she makes her way onto the bus, greeting the driver with a cheery "Hello!"

She tries to mask her disappointment with her perkiness, in fact. Inside, the bus is ten times hotter in the confined space. She had thought there'd be air conditioning. As she climbs into one of the front seats, glancing over her shoulder at Sakura, she reaches up to wrench one of the windows down. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

"So what made you sign up for this?" she asks the other girl, as she does.

[ex_serrulata608]

Sakura angles for one of the seats across from Sara, pack jostling on her back as she likewise wrenched open a window. Several open at once might pull in enough cross air movement to keep them feeling cooler. She still doesn't find this as intolerable as back home. The humidity is lower than she expected overall.

"Ah," she says, waiting for another cadet to pass in the aisle before crossing to the seats Sara has staked out. "I felt I had to try. Doing it is a mistake, while not doing it is a bigger one." She's not certain the proverb even applies in this situation, but the words are already out there. Sakura smiles, sheepish, looking briefly down at her hands.

She has to be strong enough to be her own person.