Somehow, Jennifer felt that she would have very much enjoyed her first night in her new cabin even if Ms. Polluck had told her otherwise.
As stated before, the whole thing was rather large, but it was done tastefully so. If the main body of the school had been built to look rather imposing and strict, the cabins that the teachers stayed in seemed to have the opposite effect, looking to have been built sometime recently as opposed to the antiquated build of Buttercombe. While admittedly a little dated themselves, the cozy little cottages seemed to have been kept nice and orderly over the years, aside from the trains of ivy Jen could see that had grown quite comfortable in climbing up the sides of her new brick home.
She stepped in off of the front porch and inside the cabin after having closed her umbrella once more and waving goodbye to her new boss. Jen paused as a sudden rush of warm air passed over her soaked and shivering form. Apparently someone had been kind enough to turn on the heat in anticipation of her arrival... Well they had been expecting her, or so everyone had kept saying.
Jen shook off the umbrella, letting little droplets of water fall from the slick plastic skin as she removed her coat and hung them both on the nearby rack. After wheeling her suitcases out of the doorway, she paused for a moment to examine her new living conditions. Off-white furniture, probably having browned a little in age, along with a generously proportioned television set made up her new living room. All in all a nice haul, if Jen should say so. She took a few more steps, putting her on the carpeted section of her new home. Along the opposite wall there were two large windows and a screen door which gave view to the torrential downpour outside. But apparently, there was a porch somewhere out there from what she could see between the heavy rain.
Off to the left there was a single step where the kitchen was elevated into a higher level, probably to differentiate between the rooms. From what Jen could see through the cabinets and counters partially obstructing her view (it looked as if she had quite a few of those to work with) she had a small table in the back with it's own window, and she could make out a folding pantry door.
She smiled, this place was actually pretty nice. Weather or not her new cabin seemed cozy already. She hadn't expected to be given the run of a place so furnished and quaint, it was much more of a house than a cabin!
Taking a deep breath, Jen decided that she had done enough admiring of her new home and that her bags weren't going to unpack themselves. Sighing at this realization, she had yet another one that told her that she could do it later because, again, the bags weren't just going to unpack themselves.
"I've got plenty of time to sit and enjoy this place," she said with a grin as she put her purse on the end table by the couch, "might as well start now..."
Upon entering the bathroom Jen noticed that, like the portion of the cabin she had seen already, it seemed much larger than anticipated. The tile seemed to stretch for just a little too long and the walls a little far back. She'd never been in a restroom this size before, not one meant for just one person anyway. At face, she was met with the usual kitchen appliances: a sink embedded into a counter top, space for one more in the remaining counter next to it on which a small baggie of toiletries sat ready for use, and a large oval mirror above the sink that reflected her impressed expression right back at her.
Far back, to the right, was her shower; though again it wasn't much like any other shower she had seen before. It took up the entire wall, no porcelain visible, and was skewered by a thick metal curtain rod, white waterproof sheet pulled back so as to allow visible entry. Jutting out from the wall was a bench of tile matching that of the walls and floor of she rest of the shower. Jen had to admit, the Buttercombe sure knew how to treat its teachers.
She slowly undressed, peeling off her clothes and letting them fall carelessly to the floor. She kicked off her shoes, making two audible clops reverberate in the bathroom, and walked over to her shower, the appliance having caught her attention. She pulled the curtain into the middle to work the knobs, only to find that there was a single handle and several small buttons circling it. Curiosity enticed, the fledgeling teacher decided to mess with it.
She turned the handle to the left, thoughtfully labeled "H", and emerged on the other side, drawing the curtain to a closed position. Unlike her showers at home and in her dorm back at college, which had all been admittedly cheap, there was no wait for hot water to come spitting out of the nozzle. Instead, where she had been braced for yet another downpour of chilly water, practically steaming liquid came bursting from the many holes of her showerhead!
Jen smiled, wondering just what else this baby could do.
Turning so as to get her whole body a satisfactory amount of wet, the cute little shelf on the tiled wall caught her attention. It held lots of things that she should have already unpacked: shampoo, conditioner, a bar of soap and the like; but what caught her attention was the small green bottle next to the body lotion.
"No way." she said aloud, a smile forming across her lips as she read the words spa, grade, rocksalt, and bodywash. She had always loved these, but they were pretty pricey. This brand especially, actually! Carefully taped to the back of the bottle was a little note, getting drenched in water as Jennifer read it.
'Try it on setting number 5!' was all it said, followed by a hyphen and a once elegant signature that looked to begin with a P.
She turned back to the single knob, realizing now that the buttons around the circumference of the fixture must have been different settings for the showerhead. Relishing lathering herself up first in her beloved bodywash, Jen braved the volcanic spits as she got closer to the nozzle in order to push the button marked '5'. Her back was then subject to a strange sort of pulsation within the water as the settings changed. She worked her way back to her original position expectantly, her wide smile growing wider as she felt the change within the water.
She sat down on the bench and allowed the water to permeate every inch of her body, letting the rocksalts work their way into her pores, with a relaxed sigh of contention and a big grin on her face.
She didn't leave that bench for the remainder of her shower...
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