A number of noises echo out into the store front, for a good few minutes, and then Inoue finally wanders in as silence falls. He rolls one shoulder and pops his neck as he goes - the darn floor fan was heavier than it looked, but really. The overhead wasn't near strong enough, and he wanted a mix of blowing. Hit the model from a couple sides, and cover all the buildings. It's the only way, after all.

He walks over to his front door, and peers through the glass - the noise is clue enough, but he wants to be sure. And sure enough, there's one might wind blowing through town, knocking over a trash bin and bench and some construction cones from the recent road work right down the street. He needs to remember to glue those down, next chance he gets. They aren't going anywhere, after all.

But no, right now he needs to go back. That was long enough for everyone to get the message and head for cover. Another minute or two, and he could get back to work, keeping safe and tucked away.

[[This event is town-wide, including insane winds and all the building doors locking when people go inside. Respond to this post with your characters and where they are, and tag people stuck in the same spot!]]

“I'm just so sorry! I should have watched where I was going more- Oh, there's no way they'll keep me-”

The server let out a sob, one hand still holding a cloth in the middle of the wine spilled over the table. A bit over the top, perhaps, but then maybe the couple didn't need to scream so loudly, and storm out of the building. It was enough to draw more than a few glances, even though that wasn't the only table to boast a weepy customer that night.

Inoue, for his part, was dry-eyed, allowing the incident no more than a side-glance before wolfing down another bite of meat. Though he was a little less vicious about it than usual, and his face was near level with the booth, slouching down in his seat like that. To the untrained eye, he looked like nothing more than a weary patron, face drawn in a frown likely formed from a frustrating, hardworking day. And that was true enough, except for the day part. It'd been more like a week. Or two.

He still wasn't certain if his efforts on the town lines would hold, but he couldn't waste anymore energy on creating defenses against any curious wanderers. This morning some lady was screeching on the street so loudly about losing her phone, Inoue heard it locked down in his basement! If his work was distracting and sapping him that much, that his tenants were figuratively falling apart at the seams… He would just have to try something else.

And in the meantime, he just had to wait for everyone to get a hold of themselves. Or ignore them, as the case may be. The occasional weeping and howling made nice dinner music, really. As long as they didn't screech.

Inoue wasn't one to question himself. There might have been times he reacted badly to a turn of events, or misread an opponent, but rarely did his actual plans or whims come back to bite him. And yet here he was, wondering if he had been wise to plop himself among the souls of Asphodel, instead of keeping a distant, but more all-seeing eye. It wouldn't have been near as fun, but oh wouldn't the view be better...

But he also wasn't one to stew in regret, so while he mused over the possible mistake, it didn't slow his delicate work, repainting and placing greenery in the center of a giant town model, spread out across an empty, dim room with no windows and one shut door, the only other feature a ceiling fan spinning at a slow speed. The miniature park wasn't particularly damaged, but it had a "lived in" look to it Inoue was painstakingly fixing up. It was busy work, keeping his hands busy while he considered what to do about his latest struggle.

To keep this place alive, he needed to keep just as close an eye on the people inhabiting this lovely town, as he did the setting he put them in. But here he was, musing over his latest patrols and how to judge the state of minds around him. He might have pre-set them himself, given them some will of their own to move about, but none of them should be particularly aware and he needed to make sure it never crossed over in free will. There was no obvious reason it should, and yet...

He would just have to find a way to test them from time to time.

Finished, with his work, he carefully put away the green paint he had been using and went to the turn out the lights. But instead he paused, looked at the other switch there and slowly pushed it all the way up. The fan overhead swirled faster and faster, until the entire model below began to shake. All of his work slowly unraveled as the little fixtures toppled or rolled across miniature streets and lawns. And he hadn't stayed to watch - Inoue had walked right out, and then come back in holding what looked to be a bag of sugar, a smile back on his face.

At least if someone did notice the shift in the weather, it would be a sweet change.