Strip 531 -- First Seen: 2010-09-20
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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
Establishing shot, the lobby/reception area of Ceres SpacePort Traffic control. There's a reception desk with a receptionist behind it. A couple of pictures of spacecraft on the walls, but other than that the décor is plain and functional. Wally is in front of the desk, and the Manager walks into the panel from the area behind the desk. He's middle-aged, and pleasant-looking.
Wally: You're the SpacePort Traffic Control manager?
Manager: That's what the sign on my door says. What can I do for you?

Panel 2
Medium two-shot of Wally and the Manager, who has walked around to Wally's side of the reception desk. The manager is laughing and holding up his hands in mock protest.
Wally: I'm, uh, investigating the recent muggings near the space-port.
Manager: I had nothing to do with 'em, swear to Newton! Heh-heh!

Panel 3
Wally and the Manager. The manager's demeanor has shifted to business-like.
Wally: Great, uh, but I was hoping to get records of ship arrivals and departures for the, uh, past 20 decadays?
Manager: Afraid I can't help you there, sport.

Panel 4
The manager turns to walk away, signaling that the interview is over.
Wally: You don't have records?
Manager: Proprietary info, for insurance purposes only. Call me when you're an insurance adjuster.