Cheshire, the man of mystery, the mad magician, the mischievous manic master of manipulation was researching his favorite plaything's apartment. He'd tracked him down to what seemed like a less affluent part of town then he'd expected, to a much more run down building then seemed to fit White, and then decided to dig a little deeper. He was normally against nosing around too much into someone's life, but with even just a little peek at White's life, he had become intrigued. His checking account was dismal at best, his credit situation was shaky, and his rent had, quite a few times, come in late. Even odder, there were a few checks that WOULD have payed the rent on time each time that were canceled, and from another checking account separate from White's own to boot.<br/><br/>Cheshire was looking into the owner of that particular account at the same time as he was also looking into the phone Dumas had given him when the first query came through. The result shook everything Cheshire had known about the Royal Rabbit. Given just a few more moments of study, Cheshire came to a single conclusion.<br/><br/>He was going to have to pull another 'prank.'<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>A few nights later, White had come in at his usual late time and finished a few songs already, and Cheshire hadn't so much as tried to grope him once the whole time. It was making him suspicious. He looked for the purple prankster, but actually had a hard time finding even an illusion of him anywhere. White immediately decided that this couldn't be good and startd to worry.<br/><br/>Only just out of his sight however, Cheshire (the real one) walked up to Mari at her usual greeting place and swept up in front of her in his usual way.<br/><br/>"Mari my Lovely Lady of luck! How are you doing?" He said with a broad smile and then looked back and forth before handing her a small metal charm in the shape of his stage face. "I need to ask you a favor. I've got a friend coming in. When you see an older gentlemen you might recognize looking a little lost and asking for a Mr. W. Alrus, press that and show him in. Don't worry where to send him, I've got it covered." Cheshire talked quickly and surely, already thinking a few steps ahead. "Thanks Bun, he'll be here any second." He added, not really waiting for a response. In a flash he disappeared, throwing up a wall of hologram around him to hide himself. Only a moment later did Cheshire's usual avatar show up in Dumas's office, along with the other normal holograms of him around the club. It was time for a show...