[PQ] Something to believe Inn

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam went to take stock of everything they had as everyone else went to stack the boxes. He caught Zephyr's eye when he gave his look and said out into the room in response: "Of course, there's going to be more after this." His tired tone and stare didn't last long though: the moment the man stripped his shirt off Sam's eyes snapped back to the inventory list he had made, chewing at his lip and trying to concentrate. It wouldn't do to stare (not that he was going to stare, of course. He had no reason to stare). When he turned back around the boxes were all well stacked, each method chosen by his helpers working and getting them out of the way. Sam smiled and waited for everyone to come back around so he could give the next tasks. "Thank you. Now that the space is empty, there's a few things we need to get done. I don't mind who does what...I will be cleaning, and there's enough of that to keep me busy all day I'm afraid." He sighed looking up at the cobwebs in the windows, the dust gathered in the corners. "Other than that, the bedrolls need to be laid out over the floor and the food rations split up into meals for each family for each day. Then..someone creative hopefully could help with some decorating. There's a box with wall hangings, a few ornaments...I thought it might be nicer for everyone if we could bring a bit of home with us: there's curtains too, to make it feel more homey." Odd priorities for setting up a refugee centre perhaps, but Sam had always valued comfort. -- Things to do: 1. Lay out bedrolls and divide them into room spaces: get a little creative with how you divide the space: use boxes, cloths? 2. Split up the food rations: There are dry food packs, bread, boxes of vegetables. If anyone has any way to keep them cold, that would be amazing :) 3. Decorate the space! Have fun with this one! No Order! — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.