Strip 124 -- First Seen: 2009-03-05
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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
At Isher's Fine Tobacco and Firearms.
Guy is standing at one of the glass counters (not the center one) with Ernie.

Guy: I know it is the custom of Cerereans to go about armed, but I'm just not comfortable with guns.

Ernie: Okay, then how about a knife?

Panel 2
Now Neil Isher is behind the counter, having pulled a six-inch, fixed-handle, very fancy knife out of the glass case, and offering it to Guy.

Isher: Got just the thing ...

Panel 3
Guy is suddenly taken with the idea of knife fighting, and strikes a pose with his left arm held back and high as if he were fencing, and waving the knife around wildly with his right hand. Ernie and Neil flinch just a bit.
Guy: Aha! Le Lame! The Blade! An elegant weapon for an elegant gentleman, yes?

Panel 4
Now Guy is balancing the knife by its pointed end on the tip of his finger (an easier thing to do in .03 gee. Neil is now handing across the knife's scabbard. He's talking to Ernie, who looks concerned.

Neil: Promise me you'll sign him up for lessons.

Ernie: First order of business.