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[IamanElfCollaborator]

The journalist squints.
"What.....what is that? Is that one of those Armored Rider belts? Like, uh....what was their name....Argent Gale?"

[Shadestyle]

"No, Imitators.  We have encountered civilians controlled by belts like these, identical in nature, and being produced in some unknown factory according to our intel."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Jeez. Uh...lemme see. Uh....well, my roommate works with tech, and most I know is that this stuff is seriously advanced." The journalist explains. "If you guys want to come with me to my apartment for a second, I'll see if he knows anything about this. You see, he's a freelancer; he works for whatever company gives him the most. He's worked the city for years, so if anyone I know has anything to do with this thing, he might."

[TheBiggerFish]

"Well then.  We would like to speak with him, then."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The journalist guides them up into a nearby building, climbing up to the fourth floor and heading into his flat.

It's a rather messy apartment. Rather small, too, with clothes strewn everywhere and some dishes left on a coffee table in front of a TV. The journalist holds up his finger to the group.
"Just a moment. I'll see if he's in."
He walks into a side room for a moment, leaving the group to converse briefly.

[Shadestyle]

Dackly keeps the Belt hidden in the turban until she sees the guy for herself.

[TheBiggerFish]

"The Force guides us to this.  Yet be cautious."

[TCM]

When all of the arrangements are handled in the abandoned warehouse and each individual member of Aesford's party can get back on their feet, they all face the swirling portal left behind from Megatron's magical residue.

"Well, we can't keep standing around. Leggo'."

And so they step into the dark purple anomaly, an abyss closing around them from all angles until the universe goes completely dark. And then...
Aesford and company find themselves spawned in the center of what looks like a bustling futuristic metropolis. At first it might seem like they just ended back on the space station, but one upward glance into the brilliant blue sky overhead would debunk that theory. Around them stood buildings, tall magnificent buildings, some of them clawing up towards the heaven at perfect right angles, their design so sleek and post-modern that they would give an architect a heart attack. While the buildings vary in shape in size and shape, the common factor that they all share is that all of them are painted some shade of blue, green, teal or some sort of mixture of these colors. And then there are the people, a continually flowing crowd so massive and encompassing that the sudden apparition of a few people out of nowhere isn't even noticed. The sheer density of the population makes the most popular parts of the familiar space station seem sparse. While the dress of these people range from jeans and tees to suits and dresses, all of their clothing appears to mimic the color palette seen on the buildings as well as the roads, the advertisements, the railcar that rushes by on a track a quarter of a mile away, and just about everything else. Hovering over the city, giant robots stood like colossal beasts idling about.

If it wasn't immediately clear where they were to anyone else, Aesford stood agape as he identified his surroundings.

"...I....I c-can't....how?!"

Act 1 - Welcome to Football World
Seattle, Washington, United States of America

[Chevaleresse]

[Intriguing. This is from whence you hail, Aesford?]

[Shadestyle]

_"Ooohhhh"
                            "Ooohhhh"
           ^"Ahhhh!"         

                         

_"Wowza!"               
"Incredible!"
        ^{"My word..."}

           

_"Coooool."
"Neato!"                 
       ^"Huh..."

           

The Donchaka are thoroughly impressed.     

[Twinwolf]

Anna acutely aware of how her clothing is standing out right now. "...This place is interesting."

[TCM]

Seattle is absolutely plastered in advertisement on nearly every vertical surface, holographic shifting buildboards and posters claiming slogans like "GO SEAHAWKS!" or "GET 'EM HAWKS!" In less than a minute, this logo would be burned into everyone's conscious. Even when the advertisements weren't claiming some sort of cheer for their team, they showed off progress sponsored by the Seahawks ranging from cars and helicopters to coffee and water bottles. Small but everpresent in these ads was the logo of the NFL itself, tucked away neatly in a corner yet still visible.

While most of the people here appeared to be your normal humans, some were clearly not. Beaks, wings, even feathers were present on some of them, yet they seamlessly fit into the flow of all the other one-hundred percent homo-sapiens as if the mutated populace were no different from them in any way. It was no small wonder then why people like Sandra or Big Daddy failed to stand out, since some of the populace here looked stranger than even they did.

"Yeah, this is where I was when I left. Seattle." Aesford walks over to a tree, its leaves a brilliant unnatural emerald, and removes his gloves to brush his naked hand against the leaves as if to check their corporeality. Then the tears start flowing.

[Shadestyle]

Donchaka take in the sights with an everpresent Awe, this place is larger and more advanced than anything they could have imagined.

At least one of them asks if he is OK.

[TCM]

Aesford replies to the single tribeperson with a nod as he continues to blubber.

The Donchaka, if they were as easily impressed upon by visuals as actual people, might quickly absorb the hyper-capitalistic tendencies of this new world and desire to buy a lot of stuff they previously never wanted, or even knew existed.

[Chevaleresse]

[A curious realm, indeed. Still, Aesford, we are here for a reason, no? The Trespassers pose a threat here as well.]