Strip 770 -- First Seen: 2011-08-17
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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
In the background, we see several of the scouts gathered around the cooking area, which is now a dining area. They are oriented every which way but have their backs to us. In the foreground, Libby is putting on her helmet.
Caption: While Jim and the other Scouts were pre-occupied with lunch, Libby decided to do some investigating.
Panel 2
Outside, Libby makes her way over to Sweet Liberty.
Caption: Something about Jim's demeanor reminded her of herself when she was trying to deflect attention from her actions.
Panel 3
Small panel. Now Libby is back in the hab, pulling her helmet off, revealing a grim expression.
Caption: One centime later:

Panel 4
Three-shot of Emily and Robyn with Libby between and behind the other two. Emily and Robyn have mouths full of food, Libby is tapping them each on the shoulder.
Libby: We gotta talk.