It's not every day that they find themselves plucked from one reality to be literally dropped into another, but if Leo had a nickle for every time that he's appeared in the air of unfamiliar territory while mid-kata, he'd have two nickles.

Which isn't a lot. But if it were anyone else, it would be weird that this happened twice.

He has a pamphlet in his hand for a reason that he can only guess, bold letters of TMNT AU SUMMIT with (2.0) in smaller font underneath. He stands from the crouch he'd landed in, a bit unsteady, and then checks on his brothers. "Everyone here?"

"Yep." Raph is right across from him, lying on his plastron and looking slightly green. The last time that the eldest had seen him, their hothead was using the punching bag, so the fact he seems to have thrown himself forward brings an amused smirk to his face. He always did put too much force on that poor bag…

Donnie's bracing himself on his carapace, peeking behind Leo with wide-eyed stare. He doesn't say anything, but the five-year-old is the only one not used to interdimensional travel, so he gives him a moment to process the tingles still lingering in their bones.

That will never not be weird.

"Here." Mikey groans as he rubs his head.

Leo worries for a moment, but then he opens his mouth, and the leader understands that his misery is not from a head wound. "I got pizzas in the oven, dudes. They're gonna buuuurn."

"Not much we can do." Leo admits sympathetically.

"Where are we?" Raph grumbles as he sits up. Donnie scrambles to allow him room, but Raph latches onto him, pulling him under his arm and looking around blearily.

Their youngest brother leans into his side, relaxing enough to whisper, "Leo?"

"Everything's okay, Dee." He reassures instinctively, opening the paper and looking inside curiously. All he finds are bold words proclaiming, Round One: Fashion Show!

Huh?

"Leo." Raph's voice takes on a hard edge.

He looks up. Donnie points behind him.

Leo looks over his shoulder and realizes what's spiked their anxiety, stepping closer to his brothers when he spots the large crowd of-

Holy Chaulpa…

When the other-dimension Donatello said that there were multiple dimensions of hundreds of different versions of them, he never actually assumed that they’d be this many.

There some chatting or holding up outfits, and others standing or sitting in their groups, looking as uncertain as Leo feels. All around, there are racks upon racks of clothing, and a massive banner in every corner of the room, written with the same words on his pamphlet.

Fashion show…?

He steps back, suspicious and tense, trying to figure out whose crazy idea of a joke this is. Donnie continues scanning the crowd. Raph tightens his grip. Mikey opens his eyes and sits up at the sudden silence, surveying the room.

His eyes shine with interest, pizzas all but forgotten. "Woah! Where are we?”

Leo glances at the pamphlet and then back to the room warily. "That's... An excellent question."