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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. |
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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.
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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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He's learned through countless encounters and interviews, PR sessions and tv appearances that when it comes to interacting with other people? Just play it cool. Keep your wits about you, don't lose your authority, don't be an idiot, but there's nothing wrong with being nice. There's nothing wrong with being enthusiastic. And where someone in a worse place might have barked at Luke to get the fuck out of the way and watch where they're going, Raleigh only takes another half step to the side and smiles.
"Raleigh is fine." He says, extending his right hand to shake.
This is part of his job. Interacting with the cadets, giving them something to look forward to, a role model. He's earned his titles and respect but Mr. Becket was his father. Raleigh suits him just fine.
"Are you alright?" He raises an eyebrow.
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Not that he was expecting to with Raleigh Becket of all people. He already felt bad just holding him up. But at least he doesn't embarrass himself further by shrinking up and scampering off before he can do something to offend one of the most famous heroes on the planet. He even smiles. It's even genuine.
"Yeah, fine. I just... looking around?" If he comes off sounding uncertain it's because he is. "Uh... obviously not doing a great job of that, though."
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"Yeah, me too. Still trying to figure it all out, myself. We haven't been here very long, either."
A pause.
"How are you liking it? Excited?"
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Still, the question gives him pause. Or maybe it was just the fact that Raleigh hadn't immediately taken off, which Luke had expected, he glances at him a bit longer this time before his gaze slides away again. "Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't be? You're the second ranger I've talked to since I got here. And maybe..."
He stops himself sort of vocalizing his own wish to be able to accomplish something similar for himself. "It's just pretty crazy. I can't believe I even made it."
But maybe that wasn't a great thing to admit. He should probably at least learn to pretend had some confidence. He steals another glance at the ranger. "Are you... teaching here...?"
Maybe that was a stupid question, he understood that the pilots of the jaegers stationed at this shatterdome had to be somewhere, but it felt unbelievable that he kept just running into them.
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"I don't really think I'm allowed to teach." Raleigh answers. "A Ranger is on duty all the time. I have to be ready to go if the alarm sounds and being in class might disrupt that."
Not that he hadn't thought about it. Plus, you know, he's a young man in his twenties. He wants to help with the Academy but it wasn't all that long ago he was graduating, himself. He's not sure he wants to spend his free time in the classroom.
"Thought about holding some open sparring in the Kwoon if you're interested."