Chesh bowed slightly at Dumas's alteration to the plan. He knew that Dumas wasn't about to let someone else get the blame. Hell, Chesh was sure Dumas would take ALL the blame if he could, but Chesh figured he could offer just the same, and that overtly taking the responsibility on himself might get DEE to feel a little more comfortable about the plan. Wither he was a true AI or not, DEE could easily undermine the whole idea with a simple word or even appearance to Mari at the wrong time.<br/><br/>"I'll be sure that you get equally covered in proverbial shit with me then." he said slyly. He nodded in recognition to Dumas's encouragement, and then quickly faded from existence, leaving only the after image of a smile this time.<br/><br/>On the dance floor, at the bar, and in his booth, the image of Cheshire faded slower, leaving his eyes and impossibly wide smile behind before they too faded. White was just finishing the song, building up into a glorious crescendo before leaving the echoing beat to fade out much like Cheshire when he noticed the signal of his disappearance. White often time despised that Cat, and other times he simply disliked him, but he was first and for most a performer, and as one White had a job to do. He waited for the applause that inevitably had sprung up to die down before leaning over the mic once more.<br/><br/>"Lady's and Gentleman, men and women of the kingdom of the beat, it's that time once again for the fiend of fire,"<span style="font-style: italic">That idiot of ill-feelings</span>White thought to himself, "that Prince of Persuasion,"<span style="font-style: italic">fool of fornication</span>, "that Impressive Imp of Illusion,"<span style="font-style: italic">Stupid Simpleton of Sin</span>, "The Cheshire CAT!" He finished, trying and succeeding in not revealing how much he despised that purple clad performer with every iota of his soul right now. Even as he announced him, the lights began to turn that signature shade, and thick smoke appeared behind White, swirling and forming into a sort of castle filled with ghostly willow wisp lights. And as his name was called, two lights came together over one shoulder as a smile appeared over White's other. The two halves of his face came together over White's head, and White stiffened as Cheshire's weight slowly eased onto his back as he appeared to the audience, lounging on White's arched back. The audience laughed as Cheshire slid off the poor rabbit man, who stiffly walked back to his throne as Cheshire took the stage.<br/><br/>"Wonderland!" Cheshire boomed, his voice carried by the mic he had placed on his person at some point or another during the night, "Are you ready to be astounded, aroused, and awe-struck?" He started walking towards the edge of the DJ's platform as he spoke and the crowd cheered, albeit maybe a little less enthusiastic then for White. Nonchalantly, he took anther step off the edge of the platform, and the thick clouds the formed the castle and now covered the stage rushed under his feet and created a pathway for him as he kept walking, up an over the crowd.<br/><br/>"Then be aware," Cheshire continued, "that what you see may be real..." The cloud platform suddenly swirled around him, like a cloak covering, before dissipating to reveal he'd disappeared, when suddenly his voice came from the bar, where he sat nonchalantly with a martini in hand. "... or they may not." he finished, sipping what looked like the dregs of his drink before shaking it into a rose, which he gently placed on the Mad Hatter's hat.<br/><br/>"It may be true magic..." he said, before puffing out of existence like a candle flame that had been blown out, only to have his voice come from his customary booth where he stood on the table, holding a young women and a young man under each arm, both of them clad in Cheshire's signature purple and black. "... or just clever trickery," he finished. He then kissed the both of them deeply, first the boy then the girl, before hoping off the table into the crowd, where the audience stood back to give him space. A brighter purple spot light hung over him, defining the space that would be his stage for the moment.<br/><br/>"Be most aware however," he said with all the drama he could muster, "that regardless, it all DOES exist, and tonight the Jubjub bird and the Bandersnatch all stalk and creep and moan. Do not let them take you in, for fear of tappy-cone." Chester let the nonsensical words float in the air for a moment, before he faded from existence again, slowly, as if being un-drawn. Every line and ever stitch of clothing slowly coming undone, every hair and every curve of his body simply disappearing until only his willow wisp eyes and smile remained, which looked around at the audience, before fading with the spot light. And then again, Cheshire was on the stage, coming out of the doors of his spectral castle.<br/><br/>"Now!" he yelled, "ON WITH THE SHOW!"