Strip 808 -- First Seen: 2011-10-21
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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
Pierre in Guy's apartment, seated at a desk upon which sits a keyboard and a holoscreen monitor.
Pierre (thought): I suppose I should practice my swordsmanship.
Pierre (thought): I wonder if this backwater has any combat schools?
Panel 2
Angle view so we see Pierre from the side, but also the screen, which is showing a listing of dozens of various combat schools.
Pierre: Zut aloors! There are dozens!
Panel 3
Pierre walking (with some difficulty, in the light gravity) down mainstreet, about to enter the Poujardieu Fencing School
Pierre (thought): At least they won't call me 'Frenchy' here. How revolting.
Panel 4
Pierre is greeted by a receptionist who looks – and sounds – like Dolly Parton. A name placard on her desk says simply, 'Molly.' She smiles broadly; he is quite taken aback. (There is an inner doorway next to the reception desk, which will become important in a moment.)
Molly: Howdy! An' welcome to the Poo-jar-dyoo Fencin' Skewl! What kin ah do fer yew?
Panel 5
Pierre recovers, a bit.
Pierre: I .. er, I am a fencing champion with a need to adapt my skills to your Cererean gravity.
Molly: A champeen, huh? Great!

Panel 6
Molly touches a button on her desk keyboard. Pierre is looking like he wants to leave.
Molly: Hey, Gabe! We got ourselves a champeen who wants to polish his low-gravity skills!
Gabe (from console, filtered): I'll be right dere.
Pierre: Er, perhaps I have made a mistake. You see ...

Panel 7
Gabe appears in the inner doorway. He is very fit, dressed in fencing togs (helmet tucked under one arm), and presents a refined posture. He looks very French – except that he's really Cajun.
Gabe: Oh-ho! You must be de faymoos Pierre LeBoeuf, of Ajaccio!
Gabe: Gabriel Lajeunesse, at your service.
Pierre: You – know me?

Panel 8
Gabe lays a friendly arm about Pierre's shoulders, and leads him through the inner door.
Gabe: But naturalment! Your skill is renowned among fencers even dis far from Terra!
Gabe: Word of l'incident at de White Swallow has reached me also. Small town, joo know.