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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. |
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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.
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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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He was going to have fun.
"So, let's see here," he mused, looking over the questions yet again. No matter how many times he went through them, he never quite memorised them. "Let's start with this one. What time of day do you get the most done?"
Mike bet himself a mental penny that the answer wouldn't be the crack of dawn.
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Okay, it wasn't crack of dawn, but it was morning. He'd spot himself half a penny on that one while he wondered exactly what 'play with my friends' meant. And then he spared a moment to wonder if his interview-mate, here, would survive the culture shock of rations and living in a Shatterdome.
Time would tell.
"How about you pick the next question," he offered, not really asking as he offered out the clipboard with the sheet of general guidelines clipped to it.
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As he spoke, he practically stretched out in the chair, pulling up one leg to prop the ankle on his opposite knee, fingers lacing over his stomach. The picture of casual.
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"I tried chapulines shortly after I arrived here. They have the most interesting texture!"
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Mike tossed him a wink.
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Better to watch his language, right? Right.
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Seriously.
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"...Uh."
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He'd expected some 'eww gross' reactions, or a freakout that he could laugh at a little before calming the guy down, but this was...
"...Dude... uh. Are you having a panic attack or something?"
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Once Tamaki finished his call, his gloom dissipated almost instantly. Ignoring Mike's question— and indeed, acting as if the entire affair had never happened— Tamaki sprang back to his feet and grinned.
"All right! It's all taken care of. We should have fresh meat by tomorrow."
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"Uh," he managed, yet again. "I was joking."
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"Excuse me?"
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