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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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[karearea]

Ngaio snorts, glad not to be the only one who's tired (she thinks), and shakes his hand. Despite how small her hand is, her handshake is firm and confident. "Ngaio." She articulates it clearer than she would normally, hopeful that he'll catch the nasal ng at the start even though experience has taught her most English speakers default to bio with an N.

"So, Mike." She's going to meet a lot of new people here, might as well try to remember some names. "What are you in for?" She indicates the bus, meaning the Jaeger Academy at large, with a nod of her head.

[secondtry]

His experience with a few foreign languages, mostly thanks to indoctrination via exposure, had him repeating her name pretty close to right. "Well, Ngaio, I'm here with just about the same reason about everybody else is," he answered as he settled his duffel more comfortably on his shoulder. "I want to kick ass in a giant robot. You?"

[karearea]

It was better than some versions she's heard, and it made her grin for a moment before he gave his real answer.

"Shit, I am the odd one out," she said in wonder. She'd been warned before she left, but she'd been hoping to find a few more like-minded people once she got closer to the actual Academy. "I'm here to fly."

There was a glint of pride in her eyes and absolute confidence in her voice as she said it. No wanting about it, she was finally going to do it.

[secondtry]

"Hey, gotta have all types," Mike returned with a smile. "And there's no guarantee I'll ever climb into a real conn-pod, so I might just end up teaching the people who get the job I want. But as for you - jumphawks or spotter duty?"

He knew enough to know both are vital. If he did end up a pilot, he wouldn't want to go out into the field without either.

[karearea]

Ngaio's face lit up with excitement at his knowledge of the divide. So many people she'd met weren't aware.

"Jumphawks," she said gleefully. "See, that's what I reckon too, but everyone's like, 'oh my god, giant robots'. Why aren't the chopper pilots just as famous? They're up there with even less metal between them and the giant aliens."

[secondtry]

"Good question," he allowed easily, stepping back to let her board first. "We're all out there wanting to do the same job. Main difference is that you'll probably end up in the field and I'll probably end up on the bench." But Mike was smiling anyway as he climbed up onto the bus - stifling as it was, it still wasn't that bad to a desert boy like him.