All the ways lead to Sakaar

Chapter 12

The next day Darcy woke up the same dirty as when she was falling asleep.

Her favorite outfit was ruined and she looked like she was wallowing in mud.

So after taking a shower and changing clothes - this time she dressed in a salmon tunic and shell space pants - she went to the washhouse.

She found it a few days sooner while walking around and searching for a toilet and she knew it was washhouse only because she saw someone washing their clothes.

As in most rooms, there was no one who would help her so she had to figure out how all the devices worked, which was hard as she didn't saw the symbols on the buttons too clearly.

She threw her clothes to something that just had to be a washing machine and was randomly pressing every possible button. But she was thinking about something else.

She was wondering if staying in Sakaar was surely the best idea. She felt guilty of letting her emotions take control over her and running away from the level with spaceships the other day. By now, back on Midgard, probably everyone already was looking for her with hounds and hang the posters all over the city and added information on the internet.

On the other side, she couldn't complain about her accommodation and daily routine there. She had a luxurious apartment, her own jacuzzi and she didn't even have to work.

Only the Grandmaster and Loki were a bit problematic, but not like she couldn't handle them.

She suddenly shook her head.

No, sooner or later she will have to get out of there.

After all, that isn't real life, is it? - She thought finally pressing the right button.

Darcy sighed and stepped aside. She decided to leave her clothes to wash and come back later.

And for now, she had better things to do.

***

The Grandmaster was laying on the couch and admiring his scepter. He really missed it during the day it was shamefully stolen.

He was alone with Topaz and a few people he knew a bit less in the game room. He was feeling very calm and optimistic. The day seemed to him perfect, though it didn't really begin yet. But he had a feeling that something nice is going to happen.

So, when Darcy entered a room, he sat up and called her joyfully.

"Darcy Lewis! You already miss me, don't you?"

Darcy smiled in her specific way the Grandmaster couldn't describe and went closer. She was clearly covering something behind her back.

"I have something I wanna show ya, Grandy." She said sitting next to him.

"Oh is that an iPhone with Hamilton?" The Grandmaster said excitedly.

The mortal sighed heavily and shook her head.

"iPhone got discharged." She admitted unwillingly. "But it's even better."

The Grandmaster frowned.

"A gift then?" He was despaired to guess.

"Something like that." Answered Darcy and took the colorful Cube from behind her back. The ruler leaned closer to her trying to see better what was that.

Darcy involuntarily peeked on her skirt, but when she realized she doesn't wear it at the moment, she lightly smoothed her trousers and cleared her throat.

"Do I have to unpack it?" He asked confused catching the Cube and trying to find out how to open it.

"No, no, no!" Darcy shouted before he gets to destroy her gift-no-gift. "It's already it. What you need to do is solve it." She explained. "Let me show you."