And you think such an environment can be found in a flying castle and two longboats spinning like a toothless face between planets?
Never mind. There may be something you can do for us. Up above the artificial lighting zone, in the catwalks made slippery with condensation, strangely lit by the greenish reflection from below, we need to have someone patrol and maintain the equipment.
If the height doesn't bother you, (and no one should venture off-planet if it does!), this may be as close to the "ideal" environment you describe, as we can provide.
There is a "maintenance shack" up there, and it's connected to the delivery and communications systems.
It's gray, cool, and damp. Nobody wants to volunteer for the post, calling it dismal and spooky. I would imagine a few practice sessions with your pipes would guarantee your privacy.
Sounds like downtown Seattle! Sionnsar and I could patrol the upper atmosphere and serenade you all with an oboe/bagpipe duet.