OOC: The Rat Haus
OOC: Yes, it's meant to be a pun, in German as well as English, as it's located in a quirky little neighborhood a couple or ten blocks or so behind city hall.
Sosume, I fail at using art programs.
Piper lives in a flat on the top floor of a 1920s building, above an antiques shop. The neighborhood is one of those quirky, quasi-trendy down-city ones with the heritage buildings, the odd shops, the upscale cafes and the art-film theaters. There is a tea vendor a few doors down the street in one direction and a vintage records shop two blocks down. Across the street is his favorite sushi bar. A few doors down in the other direction is the dessert bar where Piper likes to go after a date (not that he's had many of those lately, but that doesn't stop him from frequenting the dessert bar.)
His flat faces onto the street and backs onto an alley. The narrow corridor between his building and the next is covered with rock chips and has a flagstone pathway leading back to the wrought iron stairs that lead up to the balcony and to Piper's flat door. The flat is a one-bedroom and the bedroom has two windows, one facing onto the balcony. Clearly designed in more trusting times, such a feature would worry most people and indeed, there are bars across that window. But it doesn't worry Piper because, well, he's Piper. Anybody who breaks into any Rogue's place (even Axel's) deserves what they get.
Piper doesn't use his bedroom as a bedroom, however - it's his workshop, or part of it. The rest spills out into the great room, which is also where his bed is. It gets all the street noise but Piper doesn't mind that -- he hates silence.
Piper's kitchen has his wine rack and his fridge contains beer, mostly from microbreweries. What it doesn't contain is much for food. His freezer is loaded with ready-to-nuke, his pantry is full of canned goods and his microwave is well-used. His fridge magnets hold menus for every take-out/delivery restaurant in the area. Piper can't cook but he can order a mean pizza.
Sosume, I fail at using art programs.
Piper lives in a flat on the top floor of a 1920s building, above an antiques shop. The neighborhood is one of those quirky, quasi-trendy down-city ones with the heritage buildings, the odd shops, the upscale cafes and the art-film theaters. There is a tea vendor a few doors down the street in one direction and a vintage records shop two blocks down. Across the street is his favorite sushi bar. A few doors down in the other direction is the dessert bar where Piper likes to go after a date (not that he's had many of those lately, but that doesn't stop him from frequenting the dessert bar.)
His flat faces onto the street and backs onto an alley. The narrow corridor between his building and the next is covered with rock chips and has a flagstone pathway leading back to the wrought iron stairs that lead up to the balcony and to Piper's flat door. The flat is a one-bedroom and the bedroom has two windows, one facing onto the balcony. Clearly designed in more trusting times, such a feature would worry most people and indeed, there are bars across that window. But it doesn't worry Piper because, well, he's Piper. Anybody who breaks into any Rogue's place (even Axel's) deserves what they get.
Piper doesn't use his bedroom as a bedroom, however - it's his workshop, or part of it. The rest spills out into the great room, which is also where his bed is. It gets all the street noise but Piper doesn't mind that -- he hates silence.
Piper's kitchen has his wine rack and his fridge contains beer, mostly from microbreweries. What it doesn't contain is much for food. His freezer is loaded with ready-to-nuke, his pantry is full of canned goods and his microwave is well-used. His fridge magnets hold menus for every take-out/delivery restaurant in the area. Piper can't cook but he can order a mean pizza.