When Mari pressed the button, Cheshire started his plan into motion. First, his avatar in Dumas's office woke up, stretched and then highlighted Mr. Radcliff on one of Dumas's screens.<br/><br/>"You're going to want to see who's here." Cheshire said, playing coy as only he could. At the same time, he appeared to White as before he started another song, throwing an arm around his shoulder without warning. White immediately flinched, but then soon realized that it was an illusion, not the real Cheshire as the arm had no weight at all. Playing along with the illusion, he bent down as if Cheshire really was there. Had to keep up the mystery.<br/><br/>"What do you want, Cheshire?" he said, trying to keep his eyes out for another trick of some sort.<br/><br/>"My dear Widdle White Wabbit." Cheshire said gleefully, "We should do that one show."<br/><br/>"What?" White hissed. "I thought you said it wasn't nearly ready, and it would be boring to boot!"<br/><br/>"Oh tut tut," Cheshire countered, "I probably maybe said nothing of the sort. And I have a feeling our audience would be more appreciative tonight then normal." His wicked grin put White on edge, but there was little he could do to stop any pranks Cheshire might pull, and to be honest, he really wanted to do THAT show.<br/><br/>"Fine," White conceded, "but you better not mess it up!"<br/><br/>"My dear rambunctious rabbit!" Cheshire said, looking hurt, "When have I ever not put on a good show for you?"<br/><br/>Before waiting for an answer, he disappeared, leaving only a smile behind. White shook his head but stayed off stage for a moment more. He needed to mentally prepare himself for his part in the show.<br/><br/>Lastly, As Mari brought the famous business man in, someone Mari had never seen before hustled up to the two. He was a heavy set man, short and portly, with a red face and beady yet kindly eyes, yet with strangely delicate hands. His wore a fine suit and a broad smile, but most striking of all was his amazing mustache. It was huge, shiny and looked like it was smoother to the touch then the finest of silk. Only Mari with her sharp eye, and Dumas with his computer programing, would be able to tell that he wasn't quite what he looked like. The portly man waddled up to Radcliff and grasped his hand, shaking wildly.<br/><br/>"Why Mr. Radcliff, how wonderful to finally meet you! I do hope you don't mind meeting us here, I was a major investor in this club when it was built and they have some of the greatest private tables I have seen in this whole city!" Then he added, without stoping the hand shake, "Thank you for bringing him in Mari, you may leave now."<br/><br/>Steven Radcliff, even as big as he was, shook a little from the vigorous handshaking he was getting.<br/><br/>"Mr. Walter Alrous I presume?" he said, the man's infectious brightness cracking even his iron business face a little. It was momentary however, as Radcliff became instantly stone faced again as soon as the handshake was over.<br/><br/>"I must admit Mr. Alrous, I would have never thought to come to a place like this for business," he said, giving the club a disapproving once over, "however I assume there is a quiet place to talk?"<br/><br/>"Why yes!" Alrous replied happily, "I must also admit before I invested in this place I would never have though of it, but the technologies they implement here are incredible. Their quiet tables on the balcony have some sort of noise canceling speakers, or some such miracle. You don't have to hear more then you want!"<br/><br/>Mr. W. Alrous lead the way to the balcony, leaving Mari where she stood. Before she could go back however, a hologram of Cheshire leaned in behind her.<br/><br/>"Confused yet?" it asked, grinning.