Third floor common room, Friday morning.

[flamingbonehead]

Due to a shipping error, Johnny seemed to have received a large box full of sample Avon products in the mail. (Whoever this 'Jenny Blozen' was, he hoped that she wouldn't be too disappointed when her box didn't arrive.) So, like any teenaged hick who'd spent most of his life without a permanent address, instead of taking it back to the post office and telling them about the mistake, he took it to the common room on his floor and started opening it up.

He had no idea what most of these creams and powders and tubes were supposed to do, but he figured that he could probably fake his way through giving other victims people a makeover.

[OOC: So very open.]