Strip 602 -- First Seen: 2010-12-28
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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
Inside the entrance to the Iron Rock, a somewhat seedy bar. The people inhabiting the place are mostly rough-looking miner types. In this panel we see the 'canaries' entering – the older Asian in the lead as usual, the men dressed as usual but the woman now wears a crimson, skin-tight leotard with a neckline that plunged to her navel, showing off her ample bosom.
Caption: The incident that would lead this group to be called 'the coal-mine canaries' happened late on their third night on Ceres, when they went to the Iron Rock.

Panel 2
The three men seat themselves at a table about five meters from the bar. The older Asian male points towards the bar and the Ethiopian woman begins walking towards it. We can see some of the other patrons looking at the 'canaries' curiously.
Caption: Everyone took note of them, simply because they were such an odd quartet.

Panel 3
The woman perches herself on a bar stool to the right of an older white man, Ed. Ed wears a battered cowboy hat, an old leather vest over a contemporary-styled shirt, blue jeans and 'dingo' style boots. He has a grizzled appearance – a week's growth of beard, chiseled lines, kindly eyes. His weapon is a mid-sized S&W revolver carried on his right hip. (We may not see this all at once but Ed's the hero of this story.) There's an empty stool to the right of the woman, and if we can see the second stool to the right, it is occupied by a young Latino man, about 5'6” and wiry, dressed in fancy black leather 'stepping-out' clothes with a honking large gold-plated .50 AE Desert Eagle on a low-slung holster.
Woman: Hi. I'm Rhonda Jones. What's your name?