[PQ] Something to believe Inn

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — The first one to arrive was not someone that Sam recognised: a man that looked almost...wild, a little nervous. Trying his best not to judge on appearances (after all, he hardly exuded confidence himself) he smiled and nodded at Kellan. "I'm Samuel. Thank you for coming - we'll start when someone else arrives." Thankfully others did. Oliver and Zephyr, both people Sam knew, though the latter brought a smile to his face that he couldn't quite conceal: sleepovers, helping him with his work...Zeph was becoming a friend, something he sorely needed in Torchline. It was nice to meet someone entirely new, who didn't know a thing of his old life. All that aside though, there was a job to do. Stepping into the room and motioning for everyone to follow him, Sam would lead them into a dusty and dark storeroom, boxes haphazardly placed about and precarious bottles on various surfaces. Windows on the far wall let in a minimal bit of light, but would need to be cleaned for any actual visibility. "..So..it looks rather awful at the moment, but I'm hoping with the supplies I brought we can make it more pleasant.First, we'll need to move the boxes. I was hoping we could stack them up against that wall, though we'll need to be creative with getting them up high..." Sam gestured to the back wall. --- Step 1: get the various crates and boxes stacked up high! Think of a creative way to do it if you can! (or just carry them, if thats like, your thing, I guess). Please try to reply within 2 days! No order~ — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.