FWIW, PB - when I roll innocent, I still feel pretty confident zak is town, so don't waste a lot of time jumping to that conclusion. His play is entirely consistent with his overrated, stubborn, tunnel-vision village self.
I've got some dirt on my shoulder, can you brush it off for me?
It was a tense day. Most of the Heart of Gold's motley crew were acting rather grumpily. Even Colin, with his hardwired pleasure circuits, seemed unable to lift the mood. Eventually even his electronic ectasy trip was temporarily overloaded by the pure peer pressure. To be fair, the discovery of a dead president tends to have that effect on people. Not even the top-notch life support systems on board were able to clear up the atmosphere of mistrust and accusation.
As the shipboard computer's backup non-sentient routines started dimming the lights in preparation for another night, the hostility turned to bickering. To make matters worse, an incoming asteroid storm forced Trillian to jump the ship to another sector using the ship's infinite improbability drive.
"I'm sorry guys, but there's an incoming asteroid storm, so I'll have to jump us to another sector of space.", Trillian's voice announced on the intercom.
"What is she apologizing for, would she rather let the asteroids hit us?", someone muttered.
A well known side effect of using an Infinite Improbability Drive is that activating it makes the infinitely improbable finitely likely. As such, nobody lifted an eyebrow when a potted plant drifted past an exploding whale outside the ship's starboard windows.
"We will be restoring normality as soon as we are sure what is normal anyway. Apologies for the inconvenience!", Trillian announced.
"Shut up already, we know!"
After the normal countdown, Trillian finally announced: "Probability factor of one to one. We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem."
"Normality? We can talk about normality until the cows come home.", Arthur complained.
"What is normal?", Ford waxed philosophically.
"What is home?", Trillian retorted.
"What're cows?", interjected the elephant-sized Vogon in the room.
"Never mind that, why is Trillian acting so shifty?", someone interrupted.
"Shifty, me? I'm perfectly normal. Besides, I've been too busy piloting this ship to act normally. Which I am. Haha, fooled you! Acting strangely was all a trap!", Trillian explained smoothly.
This somehow failed to placate the other crewmembers, who were taking on a decidedly moblike appearance. After making sure that the Improbability counter was indeed back at normality, they decided to search Trillian's room. Deviously hidden under her pillow they discovered a rootkit and a bloody butcher's knife.
"Can't a person enjoy some steak and vegetables in the privacy of their own room?", Trillian complained as she was chucked out the airlock.
Bigger was lynched. He was Trillian Astra, Brilliant Astrophysicist.
Trillian had the following abilities: Hack and Slash.
Bigger wins with the bad guys.
Yeah, so I still think Gaspar is scum and Gaspar-Bigger makes a lot of sense as a scum pair. They both picked up a lot of heat on day 1 and unfortunately got bailed out by Ryan. A mutual bus on day 2 to try and restore some town cred to the survivor after the bandwagon against me failed fits with that.
