Strip 77 - Click on page above to goto the next page. -- First Seen: 2008-12-30
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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!

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Strip 77

Panel 1
In the Control Room, close-in on Bert, Fran, and Jay, as Weez looks on. (Kent is below the frame in this shot)

Bert: We can do that?

Fran: Jay, you goof, we don’t have rescue equipment here.

Jay: We have suits, and it’s only 300 meters to the Section. We can get there.

Panel 2
Same shot, now Weez is talking.

Weez: And do what? We can’t open the Section where it is or they’ll be sucking vacuum.

Fran: And it’s too massive for us to move.

Panel 3
Pull back now so that Kent’s head is in the frame.

Kent: We do have the forkbots.

Jay: Yes, we do.

Weez: That’s it!


Panel 4
Fran and Weez leap away, towards their joystick consoles. Bert is looking confused, and talking to Jay, who has his hand on Bert’s shoulder. Kent frantically types away at his keyboard.

Bert: What’s it?

Jay: Let’s you and I go suit-up while I explain…