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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

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Jack wandered into the common room. The common room. With other people. This was so cool. Plus, he had a jar of smooth peanut butter all his own. And a spoon. Jill could bite him.

He blinked at the screen and said, "Oh, hey, I've seen that one."

Merlin turned to see who said that, ears still red. "How is it everyone knows about this sort of thing here?"

Jack shrugged. "Don't look at me, I just got here."

"Sorry," Merlin said, looking back at the screen once before quickly looking away again. "Everyone seems very... interested in it."

"That's because it's porn," Jack said with a laugh.

"It's lewd!" He so missed the point of porn.

"Yeah," Jack said. "That's kind of the point. Although usually you don't watch it in public..."

"I wouldn't have if I'd known what it was!" Wait a moment. "Not that I would watch it... anyway."

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Jack asked. "It's just porn."

"To you! There's nothing like this where I'm from." Thank god.

"What, are you like Amish or something?" Jack asked.

"Of course not!" Which only left one question... "What's Amish?"

"Oh, right, I guess they don't have Amish people in--England, right? They're people who, like, took a pass on electricity and all that."

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"You have?" Dinah blurted, eyes wide.

"Yeah," Jack said with a shrug. "So?"

His mom used to go to great lengths to keep him happy in his cage. That had included supplying porn.

"Wow. I just... I haven't seen anything that wasn't just Skinemax," Dinah blurted, then turned bright red. "Oh God."

"Wait," Jack said. "Girls watch porn?"

"Erotica!" Dinah immediately objected, then rolled her eyes at herself. "Um. Well. Sure." She tried to look sophisticated. "You know. We're liberated. We can do that."

"Huh." This was a whole new idea to Jack. Jill wouldn't be caught dead watching porn. But then, Jill wasn't exactly very liberated. She was...Jill. "I did not know that.

"Now you do!" Right. Get rid of the dark blush, and give her a Cosmo, Dinah would fit right in on Nookie in New York. "Just, you know. Not tacky porn. Like this." She took a breath. "Hi, I'm Dinah."

"This isn't tacky porn!" Well. Maybe a little. "Hey, Dinah. Jack." He offered his hand. That was what people did, right, they shook hands?

Oh sure, right after they've been having porny thoughts and talking to a guy watching porn and she'd look like a freak if she didn't and please God, no mental flashes--

Dinah stuck out her hand, smiling with an effort. "Hi! Nice to meet you. ARe you new here too?"

Jack took her hand and said, "Actually, I'm standing in for my sister while she's out sick."

It was a lie, a lie that sounded smooth coming out of his mouth, because Jill was a practiced liar so Jack was, too, the other side of the coin, but was packed with resentment and confinement and a whole lot of issues in his head.

Poor Dinah's brain.

"Um?"

A flash. Jack. Jill. Jack-Jill. Being jailed, being free, being ... what?

Dinah's expression probably bore a resemblance to someone getting an icepick through the ear.

"She's not that sick," Jack said, raising one eyebrow at Dinah.