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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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[counterattacked]

He's been bracing his hand against the back on the bus seat in front of him. Now, it draws itself into a fist. His answer is immediate, staccato against the humming of the bus.

"It's not the end," he says, as if it should be obvious, and he knocks his fist into the bus seat to punctuate his point. (There are a few muffled complaints from the occupant, drowned out by the noise of the bus and by the focus of his declaration. He ignores them.) He says it with conviction, like he believes every word of it.

And now—now there's something creeping into his eyes that's worthy of being called violent. Sharp and hard like the edge of a blade, and edging toward mad with determination. But that's just what it is. Mad. Angry. There's nothing happy about it.

"We're not finished yet. We'll put a stop to all this. We'll wipe out the kaiju for what they've done."

And then they'll live. Free and without fear. That's why they're fighting.

[secondtry]

He glanced over at the guy, at the temper he'd unwittingly stirred up, and refrained from shaking his head. He didn't intend to exacerbate that particular problem, but he would say one more thing. "No matter how you look at it, man, the world already ended," he answered, his voice quiet in comparison. "We're fighting for the right to build a new one."

There was no tension in his posture. No anger. It was too nice and warm - even if it was getting stickier - to get angry. A part of him wondered how often he was going to be able to go out and enjoy the weather once they got to the Dome. He could stand a life without windows if he got to go out and see the sky now and then.

[counterattacked]

It's no secret that Eren is taking this really seriously. There's something incredibly frustrating about the past few years—that despite (because of?) the fact that humanity can now stand up for itself, the war has seemed to dial down in intensity. A kaiju attack has somehow stopped being an outrage and a threat and become, in a way, routine (and marketable.) Like a natural disaster, if hurricanes sold action figures. The public air of complacency is stifling.

So in some way, he can appreciate the sentiment. In others—

"That's bullshit," he turns back to watch the front of the bus, less sharp, but his hands are still drawn into fists. "It's still our world. We always had the right. That hasn't changed just because they tried to take it away."

[secondtry]

"Okay, man, you can have your opinion, and I'll have mine." And Mike would just have to hope that any kind of future interactions between them would go differently. He knew better than to think that he could avoid talking to the other guy - after all, that was kind of what people did in military situations. Put you with someone you obviously didn't see eye-to-eye with and make you get along. Luckily, Mike had practice. "Truce."

[counterattacked]

Eren's walking around with a chip on his shoulder the size of a wrecked city. He's young, he's idealistic, he's really pretty short on temper—but it turns out he's not actually big on petty grudges. They're all here to stop the kaiju, aren't they? He tips his head away from the aisle of the bus to study the guy next to him for a while, then exhales in a huff.

"Yeah, sure," he says, extending a hand for Mike to shake. Truce. "Eren Jaeger."

[secondtry]

Mike took the hand, giving it a confident shake. "Nice to meet you, ma-- ...Are you serious?"

The name hit a little delayed, but without even thinking, he'd blurted his question. "Jaeger? Man, it's like the universe freaking knew. Mike Traceur."