Sitting on the edge of a bed in the barracks, Sam Winchester stares down at the single trunk afforded him, his hands clasped together, his knees bobbing. He's trying hard to reconcile getting here, but as with so many instances in his life, the surprise has long-since been ruined. It's not the first time he's woken up (revived?) in a strange place with no really memory of how and it certainly won't be the last. And the number of times some mysterious faction has needed (and been grateful for) his help? Ha! He's had fewer birthdays.

Just another day in the family business.

Across the room are three more beds and in the five minutes that Sam's been contemplating his thus-far long and complicated life three others have arrived. They go about their business in such a manner that Sam wonders if maybe he's not the only one who's sort of used to this kind of thing.

Looking around him, he sees the beds on either side of his own haven't been taken.

"What? Do I smell?" he asks with a laugh. Even if they're clearly not meant to stay here long, the last thing Sam wants to do is make things uncomfortable for everyone. Or, maybe it's the first thing he wants to do since this is the question he asks.

It's only after Sam leaves the outpost and begins a little earnest exploration that he comes across the training grounds and feels a bit more at home. Perhaps it's not the kind of place he's used to — just a bit too Skyrim for his tastes – and given the choice, Sam would choose against violence, but while lumbering through, he can't help but think that if there's anywhere a person like him is going to find a little bit of home, it's here.

Hunters, fighters, martial masters – they all exist in similar realms and for Sam's whole life he's seen these types default to the comfort of the sword, the pike, the fist. Hell, going as far back as mankind itself, people have been gathering together to make themselves (and consequently each other) that much more efficient against each other. It makes sense.

Settling against a nearby surface, Sam is watching some distant action. A pair of swords clash, their practitioners appearing quite skilled. He's really just minding his own business when he puts a foot down and something scurries from underfoot and rustles around behind him... only to immediately come back for revenge.

"—hey!" Sam yelps, all six-foot-four of him taking an impressive cowboy kick to the right. Hair a-tumbled, he breathlessly freezes to stare down the offender. There's a wild look in Sam's eye, something that says he knows he's made a mistake.

"Buk." it says.

"Now, hold on," the large man implores, hands coming up. He's backing away. One step, two steps.

"Buk-buk." Things are calming until— "Buk-kawwww!" the chicken complains, wings flapping as it pops up into the air and then descends from on high to begin chasing after Sam.

"Oh shit!" Sam Winchester, everyone. A veritable giant among (most) men, immediately turns tail and runs. Like a chicken shit.

(Has no one yet told him you just don't mess with the chickens?)

So, this is weird.
My name's Sam Winchester.
Can you read this?
I've never seen anything like it.

[ Pretty much anything goes! I am especially attracted to "yes, and" scenarios where we can just go ham. I haven't been able to fully read everything there is to offer in Cadens, but if your character knows of a great spot and you'd like to introduce Sam to anything in that manner, it's highly encouraged. You will especially win my heart if we can 1.) skip past introduction threads; 2.) include comedy in our thread; 3.) start in the middle of literally any kind of action and see where it takes us; 4.) show me anything you find unique about this game. Beyond that, I could just really use some good old cooperative fun. ]