Strip 432 -- First Seen: 2010-05-04
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QV on a short break

QUANTUM VIVE is taking a break for a few weeks, as we prepare for Part 2 of the Novo Palermo story, and also for a Kickstarter campaign for Part 1, which will start in September.

In the meantime, Not-Safe.Space will continue, as a murder mystery begins and the relationship between Eithne and Diana develops in unexpected directions.

Not-Safe.Space is a NSFW strip but more than half the pages are SFW so I've set those to *not* require a Patreon membership. Readers should be able to follow the story without seeing the NSFW pages. If I've done this right.

Kickstarter successful and closed

The Kickstarter campaign for Not-Safe.Space Chapter 3 concluded successfully on April 21, and Scott extended the time allowed for late pledges until May 19.

Books have been ordered from the printer and Scott will be spending the next week or so setting up and sending the PDF files to those who asked for them.

(There are still six of you who have not responded to the survey asking for e-mail and snail-mail addresses, he'll do the best he can.)

Thanks to all for supporting this Kickstarter!

The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Closer two-shot of Robyn and Emily.

Emily: Uh, wait … that song you two sang? What was that?

Robyn: Alice's Restaurant.

Panel 2
Medium close-up on Robyn.

Robyn: It was an anti-war, anti-authority anthem from over a hundred years ago, written and sung by Arlo Guthrie.

Robyn: Sajjan and I became friends because we shared this love of 20th-Century pop music.

Panel 3
Looking over Robyn's shoulder at Babbette, who looks intrigued. We can see another handful of people in the booth behind Babbette.

Robyn: It was Sajjan who introduced me to the Silver Convention's disco hit Fly, Robyn Fly. It became my own private anthem.

Panel 4
Show the whole booth, facing the wall, Babbette on the left and Robyn with Emily on the right. In this slightly-elevated view we can see the backs of several people's heads in the lower foreground.

Robyn: I'd always dreamed of flying 'up, up to the sky.'
Babbette: I guess you got your wish, in a weird sort of way.