Tara, Lennon, open
"I'm on four too," Lennon said. "Luckily for me, at the far end of the hall next to the window. Sorry you got stuck near Wheelie Francis. That blows." He'd adopted the name a former housemate had given the thing, because he found that as funny as hell. He smirked as he noticed Tara's reaction to the vibrator. Who'd give someone who was brand new here a vibrator? he wondered.
He reached for another gift and hesitated for a few seconds; Simms' name was on the From section of the label. It was going to be something awful, he felt sure, but he pulled the small package onto his lap and began slowly undoing the wrappings.
"Since day one," he said to her question. "Lucky me, right?" It occurred to him that she might not have poked back on the network to see how long others had been here, so he added, "It's been, like, eighty-something days." He frowned as he finished unwrapping whatever Simms had given him, turning the plastic case over as if that might tell him something. It was a DVD, but he had no idea what might be on it. Most likely, something that would make him feel like shit. Maybe he could get Chase or Kiley to peek at it for him, so he'd know what it was without actually viewing it.