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test drive meme

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.
  1. What is your least favorite color?
  2. Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you?
  3. What time of day do you accomplish the most?
  4. Do you have children?
  5. 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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Kou Ichijo | Persona 4 et al

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-04 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
1.
Kou's a bit nervous, honestly. He was sent here to succeed, not to flunk out on a technicality. The questions aren't what he expected. Few of them are relevant at all. It's more like a personality test than a knowledge test, isn't it? That's great, but which personality are they looking for here? Is there a wrong answer? Is it just to determine compatibility?

Maybe that's it. He taps the cards together, forgetting that he's grasping them too tightly for that. A thin line of blood blooms on the inside of his index finger. A paper cut. He stares at it for a moment, watching the red spread over his pale skin. Well, he'll just have to be himself. You can't get through everything on tradition. He clears his throat, and shoots an easy smile at his interview partner. "I've never built anything in my life," he admits. "Maybe the measuring tape. Nothing works if it doesn't fit, right?"

2.
Travel is a familiar concept for Kou, but this is a diffeent style than he's used to. He'd occasionally reflected before on what sort of difference it made to forgo first class, walking past long lines of other passengers at aeroports. He'd always found the scene distasteful, and secretly had hoped to try general boarding out at some point to see what it was like.

This is a little more than he'd bargained for. The bus is crowded and stuffy, the roads are rough. He's jet lagged and nauseous, craning his neck toward the nearest window to try and catch a glimpse of he unfamiliar country whizzing by, as though it might help. It's a tossup, between the exhaust fumes and the burning feeling of the overheated floor beneath them. He wipes some sweat from his brow and glances around. Is this normal? It can't be, right? Everyone else looks miserable, too.

He pulls some gum from a pocket -he'd brought it for the flight, and he's glad for it now- and offers a piece to the nearest person he can catch the eye of. "Fresh out of the rose and lemon ice, but here's some ginger."
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[personal profile] europeanunion 2014-02-05 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Neither have I, unfortunately."

It's obvious that Leila's thinking through the questions too hard, lips pursed and forehead creased, that she nearly all but ignore her partner. Her father has never been home for too long to teach her whatever art he knows in construction or building; her grandfather, on the other hand, prefers to buy pieces rather than make them. And the Royal Navy certainly did not include "items in a standard toolbox" as part of her studies during her brief time with them.

She pauses, giving the question some more thought, before she looks up at him from the sheet of paper. "Then I'll go with the hammer. It seems that you can do various kinds of repair as long as you have a hammer and a handful of nails."

Sound logic ... or at least, she thinks it is. Leila smiles slightly before she glances back down at the list of questions. She's usually not one to say anything (most especially during evaluations like this) but — "Not at all of them makes sense, do they? The questions, I mean."
Edited 2014-02-05 15:17 (UTC)
spareheir: (heh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-06 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Selecting the hammer brings a saying to mind, one that the old men are all fond of in his country. The nail that sticks up will be hammered down. But the girl's bright smile and curiosity make it less intimidating of a statement, most likely not loaded with any political commentary at all. How could she know the sayings from his home anyway? Just looking at her he can see that she's from somewhere very different. So Kou nods. Sure, a hammer could be useful. And she's right about the questions. They're pretty odd.

"Maybe it isn't the answers that they're looking for. They might want to see how we approach the situations?"
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[personal profile] europeanunion 2014-02-06 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"How to approach the situation?" Leila briefly glances at the mirror, frowning mildly. She's not really confused as to what that means; she can tell that that seems to be the case, considering the questions don't really have a correct and exact answer. But what she can't tell is what kind of answers they are looking for. Should she answer them as straightforward as she can or should she be thinking of an answer outside the box?

And some of the questions are simply ... She once more looks up at her partner expectantly. "All right. Do you have children then?"

She skips number 3 for now, if only because the fourth one would definitely (or at least, she believes it would) show how one approaches the question or situation. After all it can't just be a yes or no answer, can it?
spareheir: (ha!)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-06 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a laugh out of him. It feels good to laugh, it helps shake off some of the nerves that come of being observed by unseen individuals in tense circumstances. Kou shakes his head. No kids, thankfully.

"Just a baby sister."
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[personal profile] europeanunion 2014-02-06 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Leila blinks once, twice, the laughter taking her aback for a moment. She doesn't understand at first what the laughter was for, if she had said or asked anything funny without her knowing her (and her mouth does have this tendency to do this once in a while). Confused, she opens her mouth to ask him what's funny when she notices him shake his head ... and only after hearing his response did she smile back. She covers her mouth with the back of her fingers to stifle her own laughter, shaking her head as well.

"I'm not sure if that counts as children." The question does sound amusing now, especially when it came from her and directed at him. "By age, perhaps."
spareheir: (heh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-06 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll just say I have great babysitting skills." He decides, shooting her another amused grin.
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[personal profile] europeanunion 2014-02-06 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
"A notable skill to have, surely." Not that Leila would know. She's never really taken care of kids before. "I don't have children as well. Not even younger siblings."

She imagines it's a different experience, having young children at home than having none. Lots of running and yelling, full of endless games and high energy. She imagines it to be exhausting but she thinks the house wouldn't have felt so imposing if she had company other than her grandfather.

"How old is she?"
spareheir: (heh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-08 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Going on two."

There's a hint of pride on Kou's face when he talks about his sister, though there's also a slight twitch just at the corner of his lips that hints at unspoken reservation as well. The smile reaches his eyes, though, and he casts a dreamy look off to the side. "Her name is Sachiko. She's really cute."

It's probably time to get back on track, though, so he straightens up in his seat a bit -though his posture is still relaxed and his expression still polite and friendly- and moves on. "What time of the day do you accomplish most tasks?"
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[personal profile] europeanunion 2014-02-10 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you're a doting brother, then." Anyone, even someone with no experience with siblings, can see that. Leila stifles another laughter, glancing briefly at the glass window. Right then. Moving on ...

It takes her several minutes to come up with an answer to the next inquiry. It isn't because the question is overly complication; it's not. It's simply asking for the time of the day after all. But given her usual timetable at home (and her innate ability to think through things too hard), she has various tasks depending on the time of the day and the weight of one task isn't often the same as another. She'll go with the safest answer however.

"Late at night. It's much easier for me to concentrate when everyone's already asleep."
spareheir: (heh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-11 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Kou hums thoughtfully at that, a sort of 'I'm listening, I heard you' response even as his gaze is far away, still locked on the window across the room. He huffs a bit, blowing the hair out of his face. It falls right back in front of his eyes again anyway.

"Do you? Mm, I like sleep too much to stay up like that. I try to split tasks between after school and early morning. Never during lunch."
nisemoron: (Did you just--?)

[personal profile] nisemoron 2014-02-08 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yaichirou may be miserable, but he's miserable with dignity. He sits straight in his seat, stony-faced with his eyes fixed on the cadet handbook in his lap. Never mind that he hasn't turned a page in the last ten minutes, or that he's sweating, or that he keeps grinding his teeth. If he ignores the heat hard enough it'll disappear out of sheer embarrassment.

After the bus hits three potholes in a row, it becomes impossible to even pretend that he can read under these conditions. He finally sits back and scans the rows, sizing up his fellow cadets-- and immediately feels like an idiot.

"Ichijo?!"

How long has he been there? Damn it, Yaichirou should've greeted him sooner. This might not be as formal as their usual encounters but it was still rude to ignore him. He clears his throat and tries to gather his composure.

"I must admit, I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a while."

A little over a year, in fact. He isn't keeping up with the prominent families nearly as well as he should.
spareheir: (sigh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-09 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Kou has been using the same handbook to fan himself. His movements are graceful and steady as usual when he turns to face Yaichirou. HIs eyes scan the other young man for a moment before he nods and returns the greeting. Hmm. He hadn't expected to see this guy here. After the tragedy the Shimogamo family suffered, they hadn't been sitting in social events recently.

"Hopefully you slept on the flight." He adds, with a yawn and stretch.
nisemoron: (Serious face for serious adults)

[personal profile] nisemoron 2014-02-09 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Truth be told, their absence has less to do with grief than with the personalities of those left behind. Mother had supported Father's political career but she has no interest in high society herself, and his brothers would only embarrass the family. Yaichirou is the only one left who cares about their reputation.

"It was somewhat difficult considering the close quarters." Read: he got maybe fifteen minutes of sleep and woke up with pins and needles all over. Airline seating just isn't build with tall people in mind. "I hope that you fared better."

He's operating on autopilot while he searches for a polite way to ask the burning question: why isn't Kou back home, learning the family business? He's been out of touch, but if there had been an upheaval serious enough to make them question Kou as their heir, he definitely would have heard.
Edited 2014-02-09 04:51 (UTC)
spareheir: (grin)

(this particular conversation is in Japanese btw to anyone seated nearby, belatedly)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-09 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
The seating had seemed anything but cramped to Kou, who'd had the benefit of very good seats and a much smaller stature on his side. Still, he hadn't been able to sleep a wink, he'd been so excited at the adventure that waited for him on the other side.

He can see unasked questions in Yaichirou's expression. It's no small wonder. It probably seems a pretty ridiculous maneuver to the guy, checking out right in the middle of being groomed for family obligations to go play hero in another country. In Kou's opinion, it's a breath of fresh air. With the exception of the stuff choking him as it whistles in through the bus window, that is.

He smiles faintly, and rolls his eyes. Might as well acknowledge it, right? "I was too excited. When I passed the first level everyone was shocked. You can imagine they weren't too happy to let me go try my hand at this."

He laughs, cheerful and musical, not the polite chuckle or formal smile that Yaichirou is accustomed to seeing from him.
Edited 2014-02-09 05:58 (UTC)
nisemoron: (brain fell out please send help)

[personal profile] nisemoron 2014-02-11 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Yaichirou gets as far as a polite smile before he fully registers what Kou said. The smile petrifies on his face, clashing with his obvious horror.

"You mean to say that you're here against their will?"

It's unfathomable to him that Kou would not only disobey them but gleefully flaunt his disobedience. What about his obligations to the family? What about the Ichijo's business? The part of Yaichirou that was well-trained by years of formalities wrestled with the part of him that was floored by Kou's mind-blowing irresponsibility, but it didn't take long for the latter to win out. After all, it's obvious that the boy before him is not the sensible heir of the Ichijo family that he knew.

"Are you insane?"
spareheir: (sigh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-15 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
It's not such an unexpected response, all things considered. Kou refrains from rolling his eyes, but inwardly he does. Right, right. It's not exactly proper to be gleeful about sliding around the rules, is it? He srhugs, and clarifies so Yaichirou won't pop a vein or something.

"Not against their will, no." Against their initial better judgement sure, but that's not the question at hand here. "It was decided that I should be allowed."
nisemoron: (U n s u r e...)

[personal profile] nisemoron 2014-02-17 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see."

That's enough to keep him from popping a vein, but it's not enough to satisfy him.

"And is that because they came around to your reasoning, or because you were going to run off regardless of their decision?"

His tone is more curiosity than accusation. It's appalling of course, but it's just horrible enough to be fascinating. Besides, who doesn't enjoy a good opportunity to feel superior?
spareheir: (it's on)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-18 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Curiosity or not, it sparks some anger in Kou's eyes to be accused of it. He wouldn't ever throw the things his family has done for him in their faces. He's grateful to them, especially now. He bites his tongue and reminds himself that they aren't alone, here. It doesn't stop him from glaring.

"There wasn't a discussion."

There never was. He could give his case to his parents in hopes they might fall on his side and try to influence things, but he didn't have sway over any of it personally. The same as with basketball, the answer had nearly been 'no.' But then they'd thought things over again and realized they could spare him. It wasn't a joy filled moment for him after all.
nisemoron: (City streets)

[personal profile] nisemoron 2014-02-23 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm."

He deserves that glare, probably. That's one thing he had always taken for granted. It was a cold day in hell when he disagreed with his parents, but they would at least hear him out and include him in discussions about his future. Sometimes he forgets that everyone wasn't that lucky. He almost regrets the accusation-- just not enough to apologize. He sits back and shifts his gaze to the passing scenery.

"Regardless, it's good to see a familiar face here. Why do you want to be a pilot, though? It's a fairly radical change of direction."
spareheir: (sigh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-02-24 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
There's a brief moment where he's tempted to inform Yaichirou that he doesn't have any idea what Kou's direction was, but he bites his tongue again. It's social commentary, he knows it is. It had been expected for so long that Kou would inherit the responsibility as head of the Ichijo family that it makes perfect sense for someone who's been out of the scene for a while not to have any new speculations on the matter.

Something hot and bitter bubbles up in his throat and Kou swallows it, forcing the ugly burning feeling to stew in his guts where it belongs. He glances away, wishing the bus would hit a big bump and throw them all to the floor so he could get out of answering.

It doesn't. What sounds like a change of topic to any casual observers who happen to speak fluent Japanese should be a razor edged explanation to Yaichirou's ears if he thinks it over. "Sachiko will be having a birthday, soon. I wonder what local toys I can find to send to her..."
nisemoron: (City streets)

[personal profile] nisemoron 2014-02-27 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Logic isn't Yaichirou's strong suit so his first reaction is a long stare, but he figures it out. His expression reverts to polite stoicism. It seems appropriate for such an evasive answer, and it conveniently lets him avoid his own feelings on the matter. Empathy is as useless as it is uncomfortable.

"I could help you you find something age appropriate if you like, " he offers, still staring out the window. "I've survived three baby brothers, so I may be of some use."
spareheir: (sigh)

[personal profile] spareheir 2014-03-02 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure." Kou responds, a bit less stoic perhaps as he gazes glumly out the window. It isn't the power or prestige that he's worried about losing. Honestly, he couldn't care less about those. But the idea of not being needed anymore is painful. His family gave him a home when he needed one and then poured years and years into raising him for this, and now he can't even fulfill that duty for them in return. The whole of his existence is pointless.

And yeah, fine, he doesn't want to talk about it. Alright?