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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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[europeanunion]

She momentarily pauses at that, her pen hovering just above the paper. She supposes it counts as homework. Sort of, kind of. Personal homework that's not exactly assigned to her by someone else.

"You could say that, yes," she replies slowly, nodding. "... Tactics class."

Her hand starts moving again across the notepad, brows furrowing as she looks up a specific term. There. She's said it. Anyone who's taking said class would realize that no homework was given earlier that day and that she's probably (most likely) doing something completely unnecessary, never mind that it's part of her studies. Possibly that's why people seem to think she's too difficult to approach since she's too - for the lack of a better word - serious.

[counterattacked]

Apparently he's alright with carrying on a conversation while someone is trying to concentrate, because he doesn't seem to mind that she works and writes as they do. Instead of seeming put off by her going above and beyond—even if he may not have deduced the full extent of it, tactics is an elective he's better off staying away from— he grins and leans back into his chair a little. Dedication is a thing he honestly admires in other people. Takes training too seriously could be Eren Jaeger's middle name if it wasn't so many unnecessary syllables.

"You'll like Armin," he says, and he seems utterly sure of that, despite the fact that she hasn't agreed to meet the cadet in question once he finally shows up. "He's always been real good at this sort of stuff."

Tactics. Armin had racked up high scores in SRPGs when they were kids, a talent that seems to have translated to real live battle simulations with (frankly frightening) ease.

"He ought to be around here soon—" Enthusiasm running a little faster than his common sense, he leans back until his chair is propped only on its two hind legs, which allows him to crane his neck for a better view of the door in the most casually reckless way possible. Something resembling common sense does catch up to him, though, because while he doesn't move from his perilously balanced position, he looks back over at her and says, "Hey, what's your name?"

He'd definitely seen her around before, but they haven't spoken before now. She usually seems to be keeping her head down.

[europeanunion]

Enthusiastic seems to be a better middle for him, in her opinion. For one thing, he doesn't look like he's about to stop talking anytime soon. And while admittedly it's a bit distracting and she has to pause once in a while to make sure that she's still writing what she's supposed to write, Leila doesn't mind it one bit. He actually reminds him of a friend from back home who has the same tendencies, talking tirelessly and endlessly about anything and everything. It makes her stop and wonder how she is at the moment, if she's still catching grasshoppers to draw them.

That name again. Armin. A very close friend or someone he's known for a long time, no doubt, with the way he just spoke about him. And to say that she'll like him with such confidence, as if he already knows her just by looking at her once. She supposes it's an almost accurate deduction. Almost.

"It's Leila," she replies with another smile, pointedly eyeing his chair. "And I look to forward to meeting your friend. Hopefully we don't get thrown out of the library before then though."

She can already tell what he's doing, with the creaking of the wood and the scraping sound on the linoleum floor. And she can only imagine what kind of a sound a person crashing to the floor would produce and how fast it would summon the closest figure of authority to them.

[counterattacked]

"Eren," he returns the favor in turn. Eren "enthusiastic" Jaeger. Possibly someday to be Eren "who-decided-to-let-this-guy-in-a" Jaeger if he makes it through to be a Ranger. He manages to rock himself back dangerously again before she distracts him from watching the door. His balance, if nothing else, is actually pretty good. He leans forward, and the feet of the chair make a staccato noise against the hard floors that echoes through the room.

"Thrown out?" Expression creased in concentration, he frowns over at her stack of books, "Has that happened to you before?"

[europeanunion]

The noise forces her pen to stop its movement again, this time for a long while. She gives it a few minutes to see if someone decides to reproach them on that matter. When all they get is a few glances and stares from the other Cadets, Leila lets out a quiet sigh under her breath, smiles at Eren then resumes her work once more. Perhaps she's just being oversensitive and too cautious.

"No, not yet." And she doesn't intend to. While admittedly the internet can be useful in terms of data gathering, she still prefers having a book in hand. And she's always been comfortable that resembles the study back at home.

She has no idea why the library assistant seems to nitpick on her whenever she's around lately though. She can't remember doing anything to offend the person other than hoarding a few (but seemingly unused!) books. "I don't suppose they actually would but I've never gone through it and they're not exactly ..."

Leila stops herself and shakes her head, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth. Enough. She's exhausted the topic already.

[counterattacked]

The way she cuts herself off doesn't go unnoticed, and it doesn't sit right with him. Eren's always suffered from a particularly stubborn sense of personal justice. It's not at all hard to push him into righteous indignation on behalf of others, and it's gotten him into more than a few fistfights over the years. Her hesitation puts a spark to the embers of it burning low in his chest. His brows draw together, and his jaw goes a little tight before he opens his mouth again.

"Not exactly what?" he presses. Not particularly gentle, but not exactly unkind, either. The question comes in earnest, and he is—mercifully—still and quiet as he waits, watching her carefully for an answer. Once he's really sunk his teeth into something, deterring him will take more than a cut-off sentence.