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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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[overeducated]

Not safe, he says, but if he doesn't watch where he walks, the abrupt appearance of two boney legs sticking way too out into the aisle may just trip him up.

The owner of the knobby knees didn't mean to be malicious -- he'd just swung around too quick, the boy grabbing his attention as sure as a laser pointer might a cat's.

"A little bit? In the same way a chef is a little bit a cook?"

... That, though. That was definitely on the deadpan side of cheeky.

[youlostme]

Naturally, he doesn't look where he walks. He's too focused on what he's planning to be doing in a minute: fixing the air conditioning and making everyone on the bus feel better on their trip to the Shatterdome. So he doesn't see what's ahead of him in the next second.

"Oof!" And he staggers and clutches frantically at the seat ahead of him.

Blinking, Shirou straightens up, still clutching the edge of the seat, to stare at the man addressing him. "Yeah, but that means I could probably make it a little bit better. What's the problem with that?"

[overeducated]

"-- Oh, whoops, sorry! Are you alright? You look alright. Good, good. The problem..."

Despite the apology, the Doctor's slow on removing his legs from the aisle, lower body twisting rather than him looking away for even a second. A chef made a fantastic cook, so if it was anything like he'd just said, this boy would definitely potentially be able to fix it, and thus, finally,

"... The only problem's that fixing it would require a pit-stop, and then we'll be late. But I'd say we have the time, so - actually - the other problem is --" It wasn't actually a problem, "- mind if I watch?"

[youlostme]

Of course, the boy in question looks a bit young to actually be a trained mechanic, despite his confidence. Or a trained anything, really: he can't be more than seventeen or so. But his eyes are bright and earnest.

"I could have a look at it while the bus is running," he begins, "and only stop us when I'm really ready to--" And he cuts off, belatedly registering that final question. "Watch? It's pretty tedious. I wouldn't want you to get bored or anything like that."

[overeducated]

Age is naught but a number - possibly not even a well-remembered number, at that - and it was thoughts such as those that had a thirty-something year old's eyes lighting up as if the boy were offering him the chance to study a kaiju up close and personal with no strings attached.

"How can you have a look at it while it's running? Are there panels on the insides of buses? Will you really be able to tell if it just needs more fluid or if there's something actually broken off? Oh, that is spectacular. You lead the way, I'll follow."

... And, supposedly, don't worry a tick about him being bored, as the possibility, even considering the other's assertions, doesn't even seem to register with him.

[youlostme]

Heedless of whether the bus driver would even allow him to proceed, Shirou starts for the front of the vehicle again. "It's not as if the entire air conditioning system is in the engine compartment, you know? Of course, some of it is and I guess we'd have to stop to look at that." I guess, he says in mildly rueful tones, as if apologetic over the fact that he can't climb around on the hood of the bus fixing things in mid-drive. "But I can see whether it's clogged, or the fan's not working, or the refrigerant isn't reaching this part of the system."

He makes a bit of a face. "If that doesn't work, we'd have to stop, I guess. Sorry."

[overeducated]

"No need to apologize to me! More to-- that fellow up yonder."

Aforementioned fellow meaning the bus driver, meaning the man with the perpetual unimpressed scowl and, he'd be willing to wage, the meanest eyebrows this side of the Pacific. Following only took the brown-haired man so far, however; by the end of the seat aisles, he'd hang back, voice turning into an unsubtle whisper toward the other. A makeshift good luck asking, perhaps.

"I think his name's Jameston."

The fellow's name definitely wasn't Jameston.