test drive meme

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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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[headtilts]

"I can't say I even know what comes in a standard toolbox." She's gotten better at this after several interviews. Deflecting and with the truth. Her fifty-seventh non-answer since coming into the testing center but her posture is impeccable and the steadiness of her eyes never wavers. She's probably failing. This is her fifty-seventh non-answer and if she's passed wouldn't they have told her? Then again the same could be said if she's failed. "Your turn. However, I don't just want to know which one. I want to know why and what you'd do with it that you'd consider it so useful."

[cosmetician]

Chelsea grins again, not fooled by the non-answer despite Hitagi's composure. She's done more than her fair share of deflection in her day; you can't bullshit a bullshitter.

"Well then, why don't I help you out? A standard toolbox usually contains a hammer, a screwdriver, some kind of wrench, a set of pliers, a tape measurer, a boxcutter, and a pair of scissors. There's often a lot more than that, but those are the basics." The lollipop is shifted around in her mouth as she continues to speak. "And you know, that's exactly why I thought this question was so interesting. The tool that someone picks can say a lot about them, if you think about it."

A thoughtful pause.

"I'd say a screwdriver would be the most useful tool for someone like me. You can pry something open with it, or manipulate screws, or use the handle to administer blunt force. It's an instrument with flexibility."

[headtilts]

"So from your answer, I take it that you're someone who prizes flexibility?" Only the rise of her voice at the end makes her words a question. The slightest narrowing of her eyes however give away that she considers it more of a conclusion. "Still, it's rather limiting. We can only find out so much from one choice. Personality type, any psychological disorders, how someone might approach a problem."

She shifts in her seat, the first sign of restlessness from her. "Our particular answer to this question may reveal a lot about us but given that we're allowed several choices from which to pick, it might still leave quite a bit unrevealed or open to interpretation. That freedom of choice can give someone room to pick the one that would show them in the best possible light. I'd rather know how someone would answer when their choices are more limited."

And she still hasn't given her own answer to the question.

[cosmetician]

"Yep. It's a smarter way to live than just crashing through everything."

She speaks confidently, as if from experience. However...Chelsea's eyes narrow a touch and she shifts back a little more in her chair. The ceiling is regarded thoughtfully for a long moment. "But I can't say you're wrong, about any of that. It's definitely a pretty flawed interview process. Considering everything at stake, you gotta wonder what the top brass is thinking."

A shrug, then, as if it had nothing to do with her. Her gaze flickers back to Hitagi's face and she asks, in a tone that's calm yet brooks no argument:

"Even so, I want to hear your answer. Color me curious."