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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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Re: Andrea Martin | OC | Ranger for Hydra Corinthian

[ganbareist]

"Guy Cecil," he answers, the name still new and a little thrilling when he gives it. Not that it shows on his face - he looks relaxed, though to anyone good at sizing up body language his nerves are like coiled wire, carefully wrapped. His easygoing smile drops off, however, when Andrea offers her hand - the brief show of anxiety is quickly covered with an apologetic smile, putting his hand up in polite refusal.

"I have a cold - I don't want to make you sick," he explains. "It's nice to meet you, Andy."

It's a lie - the cold, at least. He's not sure if he'd be able to Drift with a girl, not with his... problem, though screening had decided it was possible so long as his anxiety was limited to physical proximity. He had no intention of lying to potential partners about it, but this woman obviously wasn't that. But he had wanted to meet her, honestly. He was intensely curious about what she was like, and he was certain he'd learn something from this - maybe even get a single bearing, if not all of them.

[doubleshot]

"Likewise, Guy." Andrea's an old hand at reading body language, but she can't figure out if it's a tension that has anything more mysterious than the nerves of the present situation behind it. Even the anxiety is tentatively slotted into that category, though she keeps it in mind. She's trained to do that, in what felt like another lifetime.

Her hand drops back down to her side after that moment of hesitation, shoulders dropping a fraction as she schools herself into exuding a greater degree of relaxation. "I hope you feel better soon. Cold's take it right out of you."

She gestures to the chairs, the same kind of uncomfortable metal folding chair that should have gone out of style in the 90's but kept popping back up like bad pennies anyway. She offers him a polite smile, a good fit for the situation. "Shall we?"

[ganbareist]

"Thanks. And of course," Guy answers easily, not lingering on his white lie and eager to get started. Despite the cruelty of such a chair, when Guy sits he somehow just looks comfortable, crossing his foot over his knee and leaning back just enough without too much of a slouch. Maybe his clothes - a well-worn worker's jumpsuit, top down and tied around his waist - help that illusion. Not that he was rugged; he wasn't old enough to pull that off, and he kept himself shaved and clean, though he hadn't quite managed to get all the construction stains out of the skin of his fingers.

"So, how do we start?" Guy asks, for lack of how else to start this. If he managed to get through this whole conversation with the whole 'Hey, you saved my city, wasn't that whole thing awful' conversation skipped, he'd pat himself on the back. "We just ask these questions back and forth?"

[doubleshot]

"That's the general idea," Andy agrees, her own body language relaxing another degree. One on one is easier for her to handle than audiences and crowds. Unplanned as her participation really is, she finds she doesn't mind this.

"Not that anything happens if you go off list. For example, what's your favorite vegetable?"

Her lips pull up at the corner, more a suggestion of a smile than a full on grin.

[ganbareist]

Guy looks a little bemused, though returns the slight twitch of a smile. He leans back, thoughtful.

"Vegetable, huh. Breaking out the hard questions," he replies, voice flat and serious, as though this answer to a vegetable question seized his very future.

Well, in a way, that was reality.

"Well, parsnips, I guess," Guy answers. "You wouldn't think much of 'em but they're pretty tasty. What's yours?"

[doubleshot]

"Eggplant." She's definitive in her answer, though something around her eyes looks amused. The laugh lines there deepen right before she blinks. "Particularly with Parmesan."

She continues to ignore the list. "How about hobbies? What do you do in your you time?"