Cue the toilet exploding. Both Sara and Liam crack up from the sheer joy associated with having blowed stuff up real good. The explosion jars Sara's brain, because she suddenly realizes, "We are talking about a university here. Science Department would probably keep the stuff on hand. Science major would have access." SCIENCE DEPARTMENT? SCIENCE MAJOR? Which science discipline? Which science major? I used to date a chemist -- he had access to far different lab materials than I did as a microbiology student. You'd think that geeky Sara and geeky Liam could have name-checked a few disciplines which use dry ice.
Cut to the sadly stereotypical brainy college chick -- self-effacing, glasses-wearing, secretly wishing someone would whip off the frames and scream, "Miss Sakimoto, you're beautiful!" In a tone that transmits how very hot she was for Trip's body, Susan the R.A. comments on how jock and chick magnet Trip certainly wouldn't have been interested in "dorm activities" (read: her). Liam whips out Trip's sex journal and asks if Susan's seen it. She has not. Liam says, "Trip kept a record of his, uh, relationships. Your name is in here. Three times." Susan gets a guilty look on her face. Liam keeps reading, "On February 2, you hooked up for the first time. Looks like second base. On February 9th, you rounded third, and on February 18, you had a grand slam." Susan's more than a little mortified that Trip wrote that all down. It could have been worse, Susan. There could have been a weblog with a live video feed. She looks from Liam to Sara, who only arches an eyebrow.
Me: Now she's grateful she went after Gil the monk.
Mr. Sobell: Oh, like Gil wouldn't have an elaborate system of hieroglyphs and insect ratings for everyone.
Me: No…no, I think Gil would require therapy if he actually came into physical contact with someone. Why would he record the trauma?
Mr. Sobell: (as Gil) "She was a magnificent dung beetle, while this one was merely a cockroach."
Susan stammered, "We had sex, I admit it. No big deal. I didn't tell you guys because I'm not exactly proud of it." Well, that's understandable. The not-proud part, I mean. Who would want to admit they humped someone who kept a slam book? Sara says, "Trip and Paula died from carbon dioxide gas. We already know that you have access to dry ice, and as a materials science grad student, you're familiar with the chemical properties...last week, you checked out forty pounds of dry ice from the campus lab...I spoke to your advisor, who told me your experiments required two pounds of dry ice. He broke your heart. He led you on. He let you believe it was serious, and after you went all the way, you were history."