Strip 631 -- First Seen: 2011-02-07
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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
Ernie Guzmán is sitting in his office. He's holding a T-Comm up to his ear, in a phone conversation.
Ernie: Hi Mom, where'd you put the good scissors?

Panel 2
Another shot of Ernie on the phone.
Babbette (filetered, from comm): Ha ha, Ernie. Is this about the Four Stooges?
Ernie: Well, yes and no.
Ernie: The Fab Four bought the Hôtel de Crillon, and get this …

Panel 3
Switch to Babbette's end of the convo, but only show her in silhouette for now.
Ernie (filtered, from comm): Somewhere in the range of 130 to 150 fully-armed UW soldiers flew in on a transport burner and moved into the hotel a few days later.
Babbette: Lord love a duck!

Panel 4
Back to Ernie in his office, grinning at his own joke.
Babbette (from phone): Are they doing anything, you know, funny?
Ernie: Polishing their bayonets, for all I know.