Chester shrugged his shoulders to Dumas when he couldn't complete his sentence.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to pretend to be an expert, and to be honest, for all I know it could be something more to do with a tumor or some sort of chemical imbalance, but I think you're right. If we follow her a few times and find out where she goes, we could get a better idea of what we're dealing with and maybe figure out if we need a doctor, or a psychologist." Chester rolled his eyes with the last bit. He also had a poor estimation of most psychologists, mostly because he'd met one or two too many of them that simply pushed medication on people who really needed something different, but he DID realize that he couldn't figure out the inside of someone's head on his own, even if he could figure out their bank pin, their daily schedule, and where they hid the gold in the house just by getting a hold of their TEA phone for a few minutes. And unless Dumas was secretly the great-great-grandson of Freud, Chester doubted that Dumas could cure crazy either. If it was something more like a mental break, they'd eventually need help.<br/><br/>Then Dumas mentioned the fact that White was in the building, and his normal manic smile returned. It looked... almost crazier on his real face then the cat.<br/><br/>"I can see him where I'm sitting," Chester said. "Watch this."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>White's calculated smirk grew only a fraction wider at Mari's words.<br/><br/>"I'll do my best, but Wonderland isn't exactly a place known for good behavior, now is it?" he bowed a little, an elegant motion with his thin frame, and then made an entrance.<br/><br/>While Cheshire had control of all the lights in the club, White was master of the sound. The moment he stepped inside, the music took a sudden drop, and began building with his signature, offset double beat, like the beating of a heart that had learned what time and meter meant. The sound angled out from the door to the dance floor which caused everyone to look in White's direction, the lights (at Cheshire's command of coarse,) intensified over White and neon bolts of white and sliver seemed to blast from his sides. The whole club almost immediately recognized and cheered on their favorite party master and DJ. Cheshire had a moderately impressive group of admirers, White could give him that, but as far as he was concerned, White was the REAL kind of the club here. He left his groupies behind him as he strode up to the DJ's podium with all confidence, but paused at the site of Cheshire in his chair.<br/><br/>"Cheshire..." White said testily, "what are you doing in my chair?"<br/><br/>Cheshire looked at White upside down grinning madly.<br/><br/>"Why, I'm relaxing. It's quite the activity. If you ever got that stick out of your ass, you might try it some time, it's quite fun." Then Cheshire appeared so suddenly turn to purple quicksilver and was suddenly right up in White's face, nearly forcing him back into the turn tables. "Or," he said seductively as he could muster, "you could let me remove it for you. I have a stick that would fit SOOO much better."<br/><br/>As much as White dealt with this sort of talk every day with Cheshire, he still grew just a shade redder at the implication. He quickly moved around Cheshire without touching him and positioned himself near his seat, facing the mad cat.<br/><br/>"I believe I've informed you how impossible that would be, even in your dreams Cheshi-" White started, but was interrupted by two purple clad hands suddenly pulling him back into the chair, right into Cheshire's lap. The perfect hologram near the turn tables smiled just as widely as the real thing.<br/><br/>"Why, I believe I've told YOU that I believe in at least seven impossible things before breakfast." Cheshire whispered into White's ear. He could feel the DJ tense up for a long moment before scrambling out of the seat, looking undignified and enraged.<br/><br/>"Cheshire... I... You..." White stuttered, still at a loss for words. He flipped out his TEA phone on a chain and opened it out of habit, checked the time, returned it to his pocket, and stood flustered. "I have a show to start," He stated stiffly, "and you better be ready to back it up."<br/><br/>Cheshire smiled all the wider as he slunk up out of the chair and grinned in White's face.<br/><br/>"I'm the quick thinking one in this relationship," Chester said in a low, gruff register as he slunk up closer to White again. The DJ couldn't let himself back down now, not with so many people watching. "Just don't make it too boring to follow, would you?" Cheshire grinned in a mad challenge, and White was a sucker for a challenge. He glared at Cheshire, spun on his heels, and began to turn up the crowd with an almost manic intensity, bent over the microphone in a lanky, looming fashion.<br/><br/>"My Loyal subjects," he yelled into the microphone, to which the crowd grew almost to hysterics, "how fares the kingdom of the beat?"<br/><br/>The crowd cheered as more and more people packed in.<br/><br/>"Then prepare yourself for the madness, and follow me down the rabbit hole." Even as White said it, he seemed to go into a trance himself, feeling the music in his veins.<br/><br/>Cheshire grinned as the music started up, building at just the right pace to get the crowd to follow along wether they liked it or not. He'd pegged White the moment he'd met him as someone who did better with a challenge. But as good as he was, Cheshire was better. Holographic keyboards sprung under his hands, and with no apparent effort his fingers started to dance along them, bringing up codes and routines that he changed on the fly as the music dictated. The best part was, Cheshire didn't even seem to break a sweat, or even get very distracted. He simply grinned and vanished. He could be almost anywhere in the club at any time, and no one would even know. The only hints were three images of him, one still at the bar, one in a booth at the far side of the club, talking with several of his fans as he coded, and one that seemed to flow in and out of the dance floor with little to no effort on his part at all.<br/><br/>The only one that was fake for sure was the one in Dumas's office, which smiled. Dumas could tell which one was real from his cameras, they were just different enough from the human eye that the illusions didn't look quite as solid as they did in person, but it wasn't like Chester needed to hide from the security guard.<br/><br/>"He's so cute when he's flustered like that," Chester mused, before turning to Dumas. "So any idea as to how we follow Mari?" he asked. It was really more of Dumas's line of work anyway. Mari either didn't have a TEA phone with her when she left, or she had the sense to keep a second one hidden from Chester, because his search of her phone's GPS whereabouts seemed to always prove fruitless.