Strip 437 -- First Seen: 2010-05-11
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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
Back to Willy Norman's office in Tower Control. Norman is not looking happy, Robyn is leaning forward and talking through clenched teeth.

Robyn: Mr. Norman, I'm only fifteen..

Robyn: Don't you think that's a bit young for a personal … uh, assistant?

Panel 2
Looking over Robyn's shoulder as she talks to Norman. His eyes widen and his nostrils flare as she apparently crosses the line.

Robyn: Just how many fifteen-year-olds have you had – as … uh, assistants, that is, Mr. Norman?

Panel 3
Now it's Norman's turn to look angry. He leans forward and stabs his index finger on top of his blotter as he growls at her.

Norman: Plenty, Missy, and you'd be wise to keep a civil tongue in your mouth.

Norman: I can make things so much better for you during your stay in the Tower …

Norman: … or so much worse.

Panel 4
Norman leans back in his chair, intertwines his fingers over his belly, and looks at Robyn through narrow eyes.

Norman: You seem like a pretty direct girl, so I'll be direct with you.
Norman: You will be one of my personal assistants whether you like it or not.