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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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[amillion]

"Straight into it, then?"

Amelia smiles, amused; the knowledge that she's not really being assessed for Drift Compatibility probably contributes to her relaxed posture. She's not sure whether she's in the interview rooms because the PPDC really does want all their psych staff to get a sense of the assessments from the other side of things or because her department wants to have a laugh at the newbie's expense. Either way, she's okay with it - knowing what the cadets go through probably is useful, and maybe she can try and put this poor girl at ease.

She places her hands and elbows on the table, drumming the fingers of her right hand in thought before coming up with an answer: "Yellow. I want to like it - it's bright and sunny and all - but I just can't pull it off.

"What about you?"

[prioritized]

Straight into it, indeed. Mikasa'd always been known for being rather... efficient but she wasn't trying to be so brusque on purpose. It's too late to backpedal for a warmer greeting now so she chews her lip, thinking too hard about the question at hand.

Running her fingers absentmindedly over the tail end of her scarf, "Gray," And after a moment, she realizes she ought to offer some sort of an explanation, "It reminds me of a storm." The color of the sky the day the first Kaiju attacked, she was still very young, but she'd never forget the gray of the sky, the twisted metal of the damaged city.

Pulling herself out of her memories, she clears her throat awkwardly, "I haven't really thought about questions like these very much."

[amillion]

"I think gray's technically a shade, not a color," Amelia says, the crinkle of her eyes giving away that she's not serious. "But that's okay, I don't think they're judging our actual answers."

She shifts, sitting up stiffer and straighter and looking down her nose in imitation of some imagined tester. "'She doesn't like gray? Oh, no, she can't possibly be a Ranger - all the Mark IV drivesuits are gray, it just wouldn't work!'"

The affected tension eases away, and she grins, darting a glance at the one-way mirror for good measure. They're gonna love her for that, she's sure.

[prioritized]

Who knows what's going on behind the mirror, but on this side it's a tough crowd. Appreciative as she was at the attempt at levity, Mikasa's face still carried the expression of someone who was a little too serious for too much of the time.

She clears her throat, "At least you won't have to worry about yellow drivesuits." Her face doesn't give much of an indication that she's joking, but it's a lame attempt nonetheless.

[amillion]

Amelia decides to give her the benefit of the doubt and interpret that as a joke, which means she gets a laugh. Hey, points for trying!

"Thank god for that," she says with a grin. It's more true than the girl thinks, though for different reasons than she might expect. Then Amelia scans down the list of questions, praying her interview partner doesn't say anything while she's not looking. "This looks like a nice easy question: Do you have children?"

It's probably an empathy question, she thinks, looking back up expectantly. Someone with kids is probably a caretaker, responsible, qualities good for people who are meant to be saving the world.

Sorry about the delay!

[prioritized]

That question manages to get a surprised look from Mikasa, more at the absurdity of it than anything. She shakes her head too quickly, her expression guarded, "I'm only sixteen." As if it was out of the question.

She can't remember the last time she even considered the idea of starting a family that way. When she was little her mother spoke of it, about passing on their family's traditions to her future kids but that was before a botched robbery stole her family from her, and the Kaiju took another. There's too much baggage and she's devoted herself entirely to protecting the family she has left.

as am I, oh wow :c

[amillion]

"That did not stop that girl in my class in Year 11," Amelia sighs, shaking her head. "But I guess in today's world kids are more careful."

At least, she hopes kids are more careful. Kids shouldn't be having kids in the first place as far as she's concerned, but even with the alert system and the Jaegers, Amelia worries about her parents living in a coastal city; it must be worse for people you're actually responsible for.