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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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[itwasnotdeath]

SCENARIO 1

[He'd done research on the admission process, of course, but the first round of the tests had still been...odd. Not unpleasant, but odd. But video games and so forth hadn't required much interaction beyond the odd remark to keep himself and his partner on track to their objective. The peer-to-peer interviews, though... Making small talk with strangers had never been high on his list of things he enjoyed. Still, it could have been worse.

Sitting straight but relaxed in his seat, Akito waited with a neutral expression for his next interview partner to be shown into the room. He gave them just enough time to sit before pulling the list of interview questions towards himself, reading off the first in quiet, lightly-accented English.]

What is your least favorite color?

SCENARIO 2

[An exhausted silence had long since settled over the last batch of cadets. Some occupied themselves with books or games, some murmured to each other in soft voices. All of them peered anxiously down the road for the already-late bus that was supposed to take them to the Shatterdome. Akito himself had settled off to one side, letting the murmur of their voices and traffic around wash over him.

On the one hand, being alone meant he didn't have to make small talk in the stifling heat. On the other hand, it meant that when the bus did finally arrive, he was one of the last to stow his bags and get on. The bus driver was yelling at the stragglers to hurry up and seat themselves, the bus engine already revving, and the bus pulled away just as Akito slid into his seat.

The swaying of the packed bus threw Akito into the person already seated by the window as he sat down. He quickly righted himself with a soft apology.]

Ah, excuse me.

SCENARIO 3

[OOC: Neither 1 or 2 work for you? Hit me with something else.]

[ganbareist]

[Deep into his interviews now, Guy could immediately make a call on the people who were just bad at talking. He could relate - certainly better than he could relate to confident, demanding bravado, even though he knew perfectly well how to manage that too. Well, it wasn't like talking would be what they needed when they were in the Drift.

The lounging young American who sits across from him looks relaxed and easygoing, for his part, even in this stiff interview room under these circumstances. He wears a tied-off construction jumper and hands are scarred and rough, a worn pair of gloves shoved into his back pocket while he's inside filling out forms - definitely hard labor class.

He sizes his partner up, and smiles pleasantly.]

Red. And, my name is Guy Cecil. Nice to meet you. What's yours?

[itwasnotdeath]

[So far Akito's interview partners had given him the feeling that he was maybe on the young end for a candidate, and this latest one wasn't doing much to change that impression. He himself was a couple months shy of eighteen, a student who'd had to spend some time persuading his caretakers to accept the idea of him at least attempting to drop out of school in favor of the PPDC.]

Akito Hyuuga. And it's green.

[ganbareist]

[Guy certainly looks older than he is, shy of 21. He can't quite place how old the boy in front of him is, though - sixteen? Seventeen? Maybe he's a prodigy - or just someone with a chip on his shoulder, like someone else he knew. He supposes he could always ask.]

Okay, Hyuuga. Green, really? Why green?

[It was a basic question to start, but that was the point, right? As incredibly boring trains of conversation went, it was a strange color to dislike. Trees, and all.]