Strip 646 -- First Seen: 2011-02-28
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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
Wide panel. Babbette and Reggie stand facing a large facade that looks like a fancy theme-park carnival-ride entrance, and in fact it is a carnival ride without the theme park. A large sign proclaims, 'The Martian Meteor! The tallest, longest and fastest roller-coaster in the known Universe!' A few other people mill about, a few walking into the entrance.
Babbette: We didn't have to do this right away, Reggie.
Reggie: Ah, but I insist.
Reggie (thought): Before I lose my nerve.

Panel 2
An attendant helps Reggie and Babbette strap into the front seat of a pressurized, streamlined capsule (or will be pressurized when the overhead transparent domes are closed). There are two rows of seats behind them with other passengers also strapping in.
Reggie: Are you sure you want the front car?
Babbette: This time I insist.

Panel 3
The domes closed, Babbette and Reggie prepare to commence the ride in different ways. Reggie, pale, and sweating, clutches the safety bar in front of them in a death-grip. Babbette grins broadly and holds her arms over her head in the classic “look Ma, no hands” pose.
Babbette: Let's go!