Chapter 9 page 11 – keep it cool, doc
I wish my comic was always set in october so I could constantly be drawing jack-o-lanterns.
Sorry about the delay in updating, I had a difficult time carving out some time the past couple of weeks to work. Also this page gave me a lot of problems. It was, what we in the profession call, a doozy.
Oh, btw, I’m going out of town mid May so expect an update hiccup then as well.
Ohh shit, it’s the daughter. Hands on deck everyone, it’s the daughter, it’s Alice.
Have they uh, have they *met* before? Is this the first time? I remember the phone conversation. Been so long I’ve lost track of everything.
First time, yeah
Does Alice still think Doc is dead?
Ah this is crazy! I can’t remember if Alice knows he’s her dad or not, or if he’s just “that weird guy with maybe weird powers who showed up on the driveway with Larry and a floating guy that time”. I’m assuming not, but still, either way this’ll be interesting to read going forward!
So glad to see you uploading again! This webcomic’s been a constant throughout my uni education and it’s great to see fresh pages again!
Schtein in panel #3 looks like he’s running a secret smuggling ring for drunk Irish sailors, ahahaha. XD
Just selling’ them off the back of a truck in sus alleys. There’s probably some occult market niche for swearing sailors. Or for ‘authentic haunted Ships-in-a-Bottle, when you put your ear to the bottle you can hear the sailors swearing!’
Warehouse guy: “Who’s there?”
Schtein, looking shifty-eyed: “Special delivery.”
“A red-haired one, eh? Quick, put him with the others before he sobers up!”
“Yeah, at the last gas station stop they only had root beer.”
“We’ve got gin that smells of turpentine, cheap ale, rum that makes you go blind, terrible whiskey, and poster reprints of 1890s postcards of British ladies at the beach almost showing their ankles. He’ll be swearing in no time.”
Larry has a lot of penance to do before he’ll be welcomed into Fiddler’s Green, I’m afraid. Being a great uncle helps, fortunately.
Schtein with his contacts in and in a striped shirt looks like a clerk. Or a door-to-door salesman. XD
Seeing him with blue eye is so weird. Nice detail in Panel 2 that in the shadows, the red glow is shining through.
Nice, don’t worry a bit. Time is relative. I’ve yet to get out of the reality alive yet. (35th playthrough, sheesh I suck at this FPRPG)