Strip 693 -- First Seen: 2011-05-02
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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
We are in a medium-sized private room, looking up from a position a bit less than a meter above the floor. We can see Captain Chang, looking down at us expectantly, with a soft smile.
Chang: Other than that, Sv Turner, how did you like the show?

Panel 2
Swing around and pull back to reveal the whole scene. Chang is standing beside a bed on which Ed is resting. Bedsheets are pulled up to his chest, he's wearing a soft cotton shirt. A couple of tubes are running from under those sheets to some sort of high-tech device, about the size of a loaf of bread, resting on a shelf built into the bed's headboard. Ed is smiling. The bed is adjustable, like a hospital bed, but otherwise the room looks like an ordinary bedroom.
Chang: I'm really sorry she shot you, Ed.
Ed: No problem, Pardner. It was only a flesh wound.

Panel 3
Medium shot of Chang, looking pained and regretful.
Chang: She drilled you through the heart, Ed. You died.

Panel 4
Medium shot of Ed, smiling sardonically.
Ed: Yeah, but it didn't take.
Ed: They slapped me in the emergency autodoc with time to spare.