The Flying Needle Tatoo and Piercing Parlor shares premises with Madame Featherstone's Fortunes and Palm-reading. The two small time businesses are housed in a rundown two story building that seems to have been built in the fifties and probably hasn't been touched since. The brick facade is worn and crumbling in places, and covered in layers of grafiti in others. The two neon signs hanging in the wide plate glass windows are semi-functional, bits and pieces of letters flickering or even burned out altogether. The idle gazes of passers-by are blocked by heavy curtains pulled across the windows. The curtains look as if they once might have been blue, but age and wear has dulled them to a kind of sun-bleached grey.
The front door, upon opening, tinkles merrily as the delicate windchimes hanging about it are set to swinging. The inside of the shop looks mildly better than the outside. At least the inside is clean, with scratched, but shiny linoleum tiling and white scrubed walls. To the left of the door are two cubicles set up for tatooing and piercing, their accoutrements worn but clean. To the right is the register and it's counter. In the glass counter various body jewelry battles for space with astrology books and tarot decks. Behind the counter can be seen a shadowed stairway leading up to the second floor. Straight across from the front door is a doorway covered by a red curtain. A sign beside it indicates that it leads to the domain of Madame Featherstone, which is decorated in lush drapes of red velvet that is worn bare in places and has obviously seen better days.
Up the stairs is the Nest, a safehouse of sorts for the Avians. It consists of one large room that takes up half of the second story. The room is furnished with several hand-me-down sofas and chairs. A variety of mismatched tables are scattered about as well. The largest piece is by far the long table at the back, surrounded by folding chairs. It sits next to a small kitchenette, with stove and fridge and microwave. A short hall leads off of the main room to three small rooms that can be used as bedrooms or private meeting rooms if the need arises.
The front door, upon opening, tinkles merrily as the delicate windchimes hanging about it are set to swinging. The inside of the shop looks mildly better than the outside. At least the inside is clean, with scratched, but shiny linoleum tiling and white scrubed walls. To the left of the door are two cubicles set up for tatooing and piercing, their accoutrements worn but clean. To the right is the register and it's counter. In the glass counter various body jewelry battles for space with astrology books and tarot decks. Behind the counter can be seen a shadowed stairway leading up to the second floor. Straight across from the front door is a doorway covered by a red curtain. A sign beside it indicates that it leads to the domain of Madame Featherstone, which is decorated in lush drapes of red velvet that is worn bare in places and has obviously seen better days.
Up the stairs is the Nest, a safehouse of sorts for the Avians. It consists of one large room that takes up half of the second story. The room is furnished with several hand-me-down sofas and chairs. A variety of mismatched tables are scattered about as well. The largest piece is by far the long table at the back, surrounded by folding chairs. It sits next to a small kitchenette, with stove and fridge and microwave. A short hall leads off of the main room to three small rooms that can be used as bedrooms or private meeting rooms if the need arises.
