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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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There are plenty of fresh young faces on the bus, but Toji may very well be one of the youngest, having his birthday fall just within the cutoff date for enrollment. But as far as he's concerned, he's pretty much an adult anyway (so really, the mindset of your typical teenager). At least enough of one to know that this is his decision and he's sticking to it.

This particular child is a little cranky and in need of a nap. The oppressive heat and the jet lag are getting to him, and he can't even get comfortable enough to sleep on the bus. Not to mention his seatmate is too close for comfort, particularly when there's a bump in the road or a sudden turn.

"Maaan," he grumbles, fanning himself with his hand. "It's too hot to be this packed together... scoot over a little."

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It doesn't matter what's being served for lunch, it is never enough to satisfy the walking stomach that is an adolescent boy. Where does it all go? It is a mystery. But with his own rations having vanished into the gaping void of his belly, Toji's on the prowl for seconds, starting with any poor soul sitting at his table with food still on their trays.

"Hey, you gonna eat that?"

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Wildcard! It's your call.

Edited 2014-02-01 10:39 (UTC)

She considers saying no. After all, what could he do about it? He's much younger than her by the look of him — the difference in age has to be at least six years, if not more. (Some part of her wants to protest the inclusion of kids in the program, but that wasn't her call to make. Besides, it couldn't be helped.) Yet in the end, Chelsea relents with a shrug.

"Nah, I'm full." A true enough statement: her appetite came and went, ground down to the nubs by the sour feelings that were never allowed to show openly. She hands over her mostly-full tray. "Just don't choke on it, or I'll get in trouble for contributing to the near-death of a minor."

His eyes shine like they're practically diamonds as the tray gets passed his way. Such a bountiful second helping seems almost too good to be true. And it probably is.

"You serious? You barely ate anything!" He may be a walking vacuum, but he's still considerate of the needs of other people. Generally. A hand hovers over the tray, index finger pointing straight down. "You're gonna starve, and I don't wanna contribute to the near-death of a woman."

Especially not a pretty and generous one.

A quirked eyebrow. "Kid, if you think skipping one meal is going to put me on death's doorstop, you need a better opinion of women." Her tone is somewhere between amused and chiding.

She produces a lollipop from one pocket and unwraps it with a flourish, popping it into her mouth. It's a wonder how she came by it, given the rationing — and from the coy look on her face, she's not planning on telling.

"I already spoiled my appetite, so don't worry about it." A wink. "Food shouldn't be wasted, right? It's just gonna end up in the trash if you don't take it."

"Yeah, right!"

So what if she's got the majority of the seat to herself? In this oppressive heat, three quarters is just not enough. It would have been better to sit by herself, of course -- but try as she might, Asuka couldn't find a seat with no one occupying it. So of course, she had to make due.

"And squish myself up against the window? As if I wasn't hot already."

She pushes her hair over her shoulder -- squished as they are, Asuka wouldn't be surprised at all if it hit her seatmate in the shoulder. Then again, it was his own fault for not picking somewhere else to sit, in her opinion.

Some of it hits his shoulder. Some hits his face, which he is even less pleased about. Who does this girl think she is, anyway?

"C'mon!" He turns his body a little to face her, one arm slung over the back of the seat to keep himself from falling into the aisle. He's coming close. "At least keep your butt to your side!"

"Are you calling me fat?"

Because clearly, he couldn't mean she's taking up too much of the seat -- that would be unthinkable. She turns to face him as well - inadvertently giving up part of the precious seat territory in her attempt to continue the argument.

"Really, I thought people bound for this program would have a bit more manners."

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