Strip 515 -- First Seen: 2010-08-27
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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

Medium shot of the Mass Driver. No longer tumbling. The intake funnel is gone now, and Ernie is perched in the intake opening, looking for the world like a tourist relaxing on a chaise lounge at a hotel pool-side.
 
Ernie: Well, you took your sweet time rescuing me.
 
Panel 2
Swing view around so we're looking past Ernie at Little Toot, about 50 meters away and slowly angling towards Ernie from the right. We can see Bert's un-helmeted head through a viewport near the front of the craft.

Bert: Well, after I retook Little Toot, the four of us decided to play some poker.

Panel 3
Medium close-up of Bert, smiling sweetly as he looks out the port towards Ernie.

Bert: Hey, I won over three and a half grams.
Bert: Then there was a Casablanca rerun on the Tanglenet, and ...
Panel 4
Medium shot of Ernie, bracing his arms against the sides of the Mass Driver intake opening, looking a bit irritated.

Ernie: Ha ha, Bert. Have your little laugh.
Ernie: You're just pissed 'cause I outsmarted you.

Looking past Ernie at Little Toot, now about 10 meters away and at station-keeping with the mass driver. She is oriented facing leftward, and the airlock hatch on the side facing Ernie is open.
 
Bert: No, you out-connived me. It's clear where your kid got her genes.
Bert: Anyway, I've opened the port hatch. Get on board.
 
Panel 6
Medium close-up of Ernie, bracing himself in the intake opening, looking a bit nervous.
                       
Ernie: Uh, Bert, can you get a bit closer? You're like, 10 meters away.
 
Panel 7
Medium close-up of Bert, grinning an evil grin.       
Bert: Jump, smart boy.