The DJ's platform stood a good five feet above the dance floor, towering over the newcomers. Topped with a turn table set up that would make a studio jealous and backed with a chair that would have fit a mad monarchy, it seemed like a throne of sound and light. And lounging atop it all on a throne that wasn't his, sat the Cheshire Cat. He lay with feet over one arm rest, head over the other, and his performance face on grinning madly at what he considered his world. Sure, he thought to himself, Dumas may guard it, and Red may have financed and owned it, but it was his to play with, to influence, to control from minute to minute.<br/><br/>He amused himself with making the club feel more full then it really was, creating holographic people from his stock of images and animations. He had quite a collection of movements he'd copied from studying others, and an even wider array of images of people that he often mixed together on a whim. Dumas, from his security booth, would be able to tell the real ones from the fake, but those on the floor would have a hard time telling the difference until they tried to touch one. Cheshire's favorite illusions, however, were the copies of himself.<br/><br/>There were always at least two of them, walking around and causing general confusion as to where he was. Most of them had the avoidance programs to be able to simply move out of the way of any attempts to touch them, so they made pretty convincing visions of his fantastic visage. One in particular strode over to Mari, tutting as it did so.<br/><br/>"You know, if it didn't happen so often, I'd say you should take the night off when you lose a day like that." Cheshire said from his borrowed throne, and the illusion created the sound and motions perfectly, a combination of Nano-bots, clever lighting and a sound system that could create and cancel out sounds by analyzing the waves that were generated and created the negative waves to counter act noise. It made some parts of the club quiet enough to lay a baby down to sleep, and it made it far easier to create directional sound from anywhere.<br/><br/>Cheshire and his illusion waited for a response, Grinning wildly at the March Hare.