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Frima
7 scenes, 480 lines
1. Bad Pillow, Bad Sleep
35 linesFrima plops down on her favorite couch
in preparation for her favorite time of day.
Mmm. Good.
Following her usual ritual,
she puts on her eye mask
and puts her head down on her pillow.
...?
Frima bolts upright.
Frima carefully inspects if the sofa has a slight tilt.
Even a quintillionth of a millimeter would be catastrophic, but...
there's none whatsoever.
The sofa remains in place, without any inclination.
Why...?
Her past experience tells her that
this is not a simple case of insomnia.
...
Frima begins to run a mental check of everything related to her sleep.
Fluffy.
*Squeak*
Eh?
Frima observes the pillow more closely.
Burst?!
One side of the pillow is split open and has cotton coming out.
2. Scavenger. Help.
60 linesBig problem.
What is it?
Oh my gosh, what is it?!
No time.
Straight to point.
Long story,
skip.
Can't sleep. Again.
Not couch.
Not insomnia.
I know why.
What is it then?
Frima produces the pillow out of her bag.
The pillow...?
I check the pillow, and just as Frima purports,
one side of the pillow has ruptured, causing cotton to spill out.
Do you want to sew it up?
Okay, best of luck.
I thought the members of Cafe Sweetie were all Scavengers.
...
Frima looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
... Where could I possibly get cotton?
...
...
Do you not have any extra lying around?
No.
You should. It seems like you'll need a lot.
...
What?
Do you really think that?
Frima nods.
...Fine.
How about buying a new pillow then?
Then we'll have to get our hands on some more cotton.
Okay.
Let's go see who has some cotton handy.
All right.
3. Soft as Soda
62 linesI see.
Sad...
Like what?
Huh? Me?
Yes.
Frima walks up to Soda,
Ahem.
*Poke*
and gently pokes her in the chest.
?!
*Poke*
What are you...
...
All right, let me try and find other things that are soft then.
You can feel it before you decide.
Can I?
The maids proceed to produce various soft items.
Toilet paper...
No.
No?
Cake.
For eating?
I'll take it that's a no, then.
Extra pillows reserved for guests.
No.
All right...
Nothing meets Frima's standards.
*Boing boing*
The pudding bounces to and fro as Frima jiggles it.
No.
We're really sorry we couldn't help.
It's okay. You tried your best.
What is it?
Where?
Come again?
Police station?
4. Soft as Poli
60 linesAfter leaving the cafe, we head to the Police Station.
When we arrive...
Yes. Your hair. Perfect.
Uh... don't you think this is all a bit strange?
...
...
Hmm...
I don't know quite what's going on here, but if the Commander is involved, it can't be too shady.
Okay, go on then.
Thanks.
Frima touches Poli's hair.
*Soft* *Soft*
!!!
Don't tell me...
Huh? What's that?
Your hair, so soft.
My hair?
Frima nods.
Your hair, perfect.
Well...
I tell Poli about Frima's pillow predicament.
Frima nodes, her eyes gleaming.
You want to stuff my hair in your pillow?
This is straight out of a horror movie plot!
Absolutely not!
I can't do that.
Please?
Is there absolutely no way you can find any more cotton?
Doesn't seem to be.
*Beep*
??
Frima.
??
Ade has found us a mystery connection who can supply us with more cotton.
!!
Let's hurry back.
Go!
Yeah. Sorry for scaring you.
Sorry.
It's okay.
At least now I know
how luxuriously soft my hair is.
Hope you guys find your cotton soon.
Thanks.
Thanks, Poli. See you.
See you guys around.
5. Merchants. No Freebies.
96 lines*Sizzle*
There you are.
?!
Ade was talking about you?
In the flesh.
Why didn't you come to me in the first place?
You two have been running around like chickens with your heads cut off.
You know that I always have anything you need.
Ah...!
... Right.
I can't believe you forgot about me.
How can a wheeler and dealer like me not be the first thing you think of whenever you need something?
...
...
Then again, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised since it's you two.
Anyway, how much cotton do you need?
Frima produces her broken pillow.
Fill this.
Yan inspects Frima's pillow.
You didn't buy this yourself, did you?
You mean you bought it using Mustang's start-up investment in the cafe?
Yes.
...
The best.
Do you not want an extra one, just in case?
No thanks.
Why not? What if this one goes kaput again?
If happens, find a way.
So you're just gonna wait for this thing to break again before doing anything?
Why would you do such a senseless thing?
...
...
Price?
Yeah, price.
You think I'm gonna do this for free?
Is this your first time dealing with a businesswoman?
How much do you want?
Let me see...
Since we're all friends here, I'll give you a discount.
One million credits oughta to do it.
!!!
Why so much?
This, bad idea.
Do you want to buy another pillow then?
No.
Looks like you're outta options, friend. Fork over a million credits.
More discount?
Another way?
What problem?
An issue that's been a real thorn in my side.
Take care of it for me,
and I'll find you the cotton for free.
What do you need us to do?
The Surface?
One of my clients wanted me to
deliver some goods from the Ark to the Outpost,
but the person in charge of shipping took the wrong elevator
and the shipment ended up on the surface.
I've got to get it back,
but I'm too busy to do it myself.
Get it back. All good?
That's right.
Is it dangerous?
The box is right outside the Lift's entrance. How dangerous could it be?
Just go up, grab the box, and come back down.
This isn't illegal contraband or anything like that, is it?
Of course not. Don't you trust me?
...
...
Haha, oh the looks on your faces! Every word I've said to you is true.
All you need to do is get that shipment back for me.
It's a deal.
6. A Life Without Preparation
94 linesIn front of the elevator leading to the surface.
I don't see anything.
There is absolutely no sight of the box Yan mentioned.
Let's get out and have a look.
Okay.
We venture further out.
Over here.
Frima points to the ground.
Someone drag box.
Imprints in the dirt indicate that someone seems to have dragged the box away.
Track it?
Let's do it.
Okay.
We follow the trail on the ground.
...
...
Can I ask you something?
What?
Why did you say you wouldn't prepare for anything anymore?
You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
How so?
Like...?
Bad luck.
I look into Frima's eyes.
But accidents don't happen every time.
Why do you mention mercenaries?
Mercenaries do anything.
When I'm human,
I prepare.
Prepare for everything.
Now, all my friends.
Gone.
!!
Is that why you sleep all the time?
...
So that you're doing nothing?
Right.
...
?
No, not sad.
Happy now.
Everything comfortable.
Accidents, accepted. Imperfection, accepted.
Like today.
Commission, accepted.
Comfortable.
You, I. Together.
Not sad. Happy.
... Sorry, I shouldn't feel sorry for you.
Okay, let's get this over with and hurry back.
Over there.
??
I look at where Frima is pointing.
In the distance, there is a red box
that is surrounded by Raptures.
Target spotted.
I can't make it out clearly, but there seems to be a box.
Okay.
*Click*
Frima aims at the Raptures surrounding the box.
Can you make that shot all the way from here?
*Bam*
Frima lands a direct hit on a Rapture's core.
!!
Mission, started.
7. Good Night, Scavenger
73 linesAfter handing the goods back to Yan and receiving the cotton,
we start to head back to Frima's room.
All's well that ends well.
...
What's wrong?
Big trouble.
What is it?
Can't sew.
!!
I'll do it for you.
You sew?
Maybe?
Yes.
Frima hands over the pillow, her eyes sparkling.
Thank you!
I'll see what I can do.
After a while.
Done.
I hand the mended pillow back to Frima.
Frima presses the pillow.
*Press*
Oh.
*Press hard*
Glad that you're happy.
That was harder than I thought it'd be.
Thank you.
*Lie down*
Frima lies on the couch, checking the pillow from every corner. And then...
She notices her face is embroidered on the pillow.
If this is your one and only pillow, we don't want it to get misplaced.
!!
Is this kind of preparation okay?
... Yes.
Frima stares at the face embroidered on her pillow.
...
Frima?
Frima glances in my direction.
Help. Thanks.
You don't know how good it feels to hear that.
You mean, Scavenger of Sleep?
Good night, Frima.
Mmmm...
Frima closes her eyes
and not long after...
*Snore*
She sleeps like a baby,
cradling the embroidered pillow bearing her name in her arms.
Sweet dreams.



