The opportunity to begin this next phase of the Plan had come along much sooner than Tabetha would have anticipated, but this was too good to pass up. For whatever reasons they had, Marko and Jeanette were actually making moves that helped move things along. It could be the Founder had some kind of hold on one or the other; after all, it was Him that brought this new truth to her attention.

For some time now, she had been doing all she could avoid the Malkavian; to monitor his movements from a distance. It was apparent to her now that she might be better off to reach out to him. Without even knowing it, it seemed he was part of this. So far, all was turning out precisely as it was supposed to; albeit more swiftly than she thought it would. Tabetha was preparing for a long game, and it still might be, just not quite as long as she presumed it would be. One element of the Plan was to make a clear discernment about the relationship of the Vooreman sisters, and see if it was possible to use Jeanette to force Therese to abdicate her Praxis seat in favor of someone more predictable; Cameron if there was nobody else, but the ideal candidate so far was Velvet. She had seniority over Cameron, so the Kindred would accept her bid more readily. It was true she was reluctant to make calls that involved bloodshed, which was an unfortunate necessity in their world, but that was an easy enough obstacle to overcome. Besides, it would be better to exhaust all other options before resorting to violence anyway; Velvet was right about that. Violence attracts attention, and attention means questions getting asked, and at times the kinds of questions that would get asked risked the Masquerade. With someone like Velvet Velour in the Praxis Seat, the Kindred could be sure that violence would be the last resort, not the norm. With Therese, one could never be sure; so far she has held it together, but they all should ask how long that would last.

Knowing what she knew now about Jeanette and Therese, the option of using one twin to remove the other seemed a lot more viable; especially if what appeared to be the case was true. If Jeanette was the one controlling who had use of their shred body and when, it was simply a matter of convincing her to take full custody. The real trick was trying to figure out the best way to go about that. To do that, Tabetha could at present only really think of one way.

She made her way upstairs to her quarters, selected an outfit; the leather body suit would do nicely, she believed – and made a quick wardrobe change. She followed this up with a slight touch-up on her makeup to create a hint of come-hither. Ideally, she was trying for a look that would make her an irresistible lure for Jeanette. If she could get Jeanette all to herself for awhile, that would be perfect.

Based on what she saw, Tabetha deduced that Jeanette and Marko were likely to go and see Bertram and talk him into rejecting the offer of the Harpy office. Given the playful mood Jeanette was in, Tabetha was willing to guess they would be returning to Asylum. If she was going to find a way to appeal to the Vooreman she needed to be up front full time, that was the place to start, and right about now was the time.

Tabetha stepped out of the cab in front of Asylum, and found a line up just starting to extend around the block. As much as she loved to take flight, it was apparently wise of her not to; the crowd waiting to get inside might have spotted her, and that would prove problematic. She didn't much need to worry about getting in, though. The line up was formidable, but there was also an alternate entrance designated for VIP guests. Forcing herself to smile, she approached the beefy man standing with his arms crossed over his muscular chest on the other side of the VIP rope.

"Hold on there, Catwoman," the bouncer said, holding a hand up to halt her progress. "This entrance is for members only; you'll have to wait in line like everybody else."

Tabetha activated her Dominate. "I am a member." She told him. "My name is right there on the list, and you recognize me."

The bouncer blinked, confused. He glanced at a notebook he kept in his breast pocket; evidently ignoring the fact she didn't give him a name. "I'm sorry; your name is right here on the list! I almost didn't recognize you. How could that have happened?"

This one was slightly stronger willed than she thought; not that that mattered. "It must be the new outfit." She said.

"Is that a new outfit?"

"Yes," she replied, smiling.

"That must be it," the bouncer decided. "It look really good on you; very form fitting." He grinned sheepishly as he unclipped the rope and let her pass. "Have a good evening!" he greeted as she passed by.

"Oh, I will," she giggled like a girl who's ready to party. Next was the cover charge booth. This she knew was an even easier obstacle; she barely even glanced at the attendant, saying "I have a line of credit here." And she breezed past with no objection.

The place was packed with revellers. For those so inclined, feeding in here would be all too easy. Now that she officially inside the property, she would have to be extremely careful about her use of any disciplines; this was Elysium, after all, and such things are verboten here. Unfortunately that included the use of Auspex; she would have to attempt to determine if Jeanette was here the old fashioned way. First she worked her way to the bar. Much to her chagrin, she really had no recourse but to wait her turn. Happily enough there two tenders on the bar tonight; one was new face- a woman that Tabetha didn't know, and the other was the same tattooed bald behemoth of a man that was here when she was first embraced. She couldn't remember his name and decided it wasn't important. Both of them were quite efficient at their, job, but the man was quicker. It could be experience and familiarity with the premises and clientele, or, since he seemed not to have aged much at all, it was possible he was a ghoul. By the time it got to be her turn, she got the man.

"What can I get you, sweetcakes?" he asked gruffly. "Make it quick, I got a line building up behind you."

"I'm looking for Jeanette." She replied.

"Is that so?" he leaned into her over the bar. "What do you want with her?"

"I'm an old friend, and I wanted to make sure she knew I was in her fine Club."

The bartender guffawed and mumbled something to the effect of her having a funny idea of what a fine Club was, and something about being polite to her friends. "If she's not on the dance floor, then she's probably in her office with that pet of hers." He said. "Now either order a drink or get of line, will you?"

Giving the bartender a look that suggested she might just inform her friend how rude he just was to her, Tabetha got out of line. Manners aside, the man was actually very helpful; now she knew that Jeanette was in the building at least. Not only that, but her search was down to two locations. Opting to try the dance floor first, she weaved her way through the throng of flesh towards the stairs that led up to the balcony where she should be able to see the floor and scan it for her quarry.

Much to her delight, there was no real need for much scanning; it seemed that a large number of those on the dance floor were making space for her and Marko as they made up new and completely ridiculous dance steps as the guests watched and attempted to mimic this new dance to some new electronic sequences that many of the kine seemed to describe as 'music' these days. Tabetha supposed this genre of sound existed while she was a mortal only a decade or so ago, but she didn't much care for it then, either. Having found who she was looking for, it was now only a matter of waiting for the right moment to make her approach. During her wait, she scanned the Club anyway; just to see if there might be the wrong people watching. Obviously Therese wouldn't be; not if Jeanette was on the floor, but there was a chance that someone like that creep Vandal might be. Another one she made a point to watch for was Mercurio; last she heard he generally avoided this place, but he did live in Santa Monica so Cameron might have him look in once in awhile. Neither of them was present, but Knox Harrington was amongst those trying to follow suit with Marko and Jeanette. In her estimation, the Nosferatu ghoul was not much of a threat; not if Bertram was already convinced to decline. Besides, the Nosferatu were not known to be especially loyal to Therese Vooreman. For the most part she was watching for Malkavians and Ventrue; which of course meant being careful with the Nosferatu after all, since they seemed to be in bed with the Ventrue; though maybe not for long...

It occurred to her she might be over thinking all of this. After all, at this point all she was doing was attempting to befriend the Prince's sister. Nobody could fault her for that; in fact several Kindred might believe this was a case of the Tremere Primogen attempting to come out of her shell and welcome the effort. The fact she was very recently speaking to the Keeper of Elysium might even add to that theory. Then again, there would be those who would regard her actions as suspicious no matter what she did; the Tremere had a stigma attached to them that made it difficult for others to trust them.

As one sequence that Tabetha supposed was meant to be a song gave way to another, the two Malkavians gave a flourishing bow; to which the crowd gathered round and cheered. Marko looked around briefly, and paused when his eyes got about halfway through following the balcony. Tabetha froze in place; certain he spotted her. As much as she wanted to retreat back into the crowd to get out of his gaze, she knew that would not only be pointless, but counterproductive at this point. If she was spotted, trying to escape now would belie ulterior motives. All she could do now was stay put and hope his Network was silent. As far as she knew, Marko was still loyal to Therese. She hoped to change that, but first she had to gain the trust of the other 'twin'.

Even from the distance she was at, she could see that a glazed over, almost completely vacant look came over his eyes; as if he was lost in some deep or twisted thought that probably would only make sense to him. Finally he smiled. He leaned in and said something in Jeanette's ear, kissed her passionately, and made a B-Line for the exit. For a moment, Jeanette stood there in the middle of the dance floor, looking more than a little stunned and confused before shrugging in her trademark devil-may-care manner and turning to face her reflection in one of the mirrored walls in the lobby and resumed her dancing.

Now is your chance, child! Go now!

I know, Founder. I'm going.

She deftly cut her way through the crowd and made her way down the stairs and onto the dance floor to where Jeanette was.

Jeanette saw her in the mirror and incorporated a turn to face her into the dance routine she was clearly making up as she went.

"What do we have here?" she asked, not breaking her stride for even a single beat. "A little Tabby Cat looking for a ball of string to play with? Or maybe it seeks a kitten. Well, I'm sorry, Tabby-Cat, but you just missed him."

Tabetha tried to match her steps as best as she could manage. "Not at all, Jeanette" she replied. "I was actually looking for you."

"So the new wizard queen came out of her magical house of cards to see me?" Jeanette inquired with a playful, almost flirtatious tone. "It's not often she comes out to play, I was beginning to think she only enjoyed solitaire. I have to know, which wall did you see my name on to encourage you to make me your playmate?"

Much to her chagrin, Tabetha felt something funny going on in her head; it was a sensation that reminded her of the one time she tried cannabis and quickly decided it was not for her. Her first thought was that the Malkavian was doing something to her, and that may well have been the case – Elysium rules or no Elysium rules. She could report it later, but the chances she would be believed over the 'sister' of the Prince, in her own Club, were likely very slim- that Tremere stigma again. Besides, such an action would only serve to thwart her intentions. Also, whatever was happening seemed harmless enough; and it was actually helping her manage to master Jeanette's impromptu dance.

"I've always been curious about you, Jeanette." Tabetha replied; it was actually true enough, she only hoped that Jeanette would read the context one way and not the other. "Thing is, I'm really very shy about this kind of thing, and was hoping for a chance to get you all to myself –if only for a little while."

Jeanette giggled. "How adorable" she said. "The Tabby Cat is a shy, lost little girl looking for a warm lap to curl up in. Is she hoping I'll whisper sweet somethings in her ear while she's in my lap?"

"You can tell me whatever you wish." She said, trying to sound flirtatious; to her own ears it sounded awkward.

Jeanette laughed and clapped with delight. "Come with me, shy little Tabby-Cat," she smiled, grabbing Tabetha's hand and pulled her off the floor and towards the elevator that would take them to the room upstairs which she 'shared with her sister'.

At the elevator, Tabetha pulled back; not with much resistance, just enough to make her reluctance look convincing. "Are you sure it's safe up there?" she asked, adding a slight tremor to her voice. "What if your sister walks in on us?"

The elevator door opened. Jeanette laughed again and pulled Tabetha gently into the car with her. "Relax, Tabby-Cat. Therese won't come anywhere near the room tonight. Come on, shy little girl; I'll make you purr in ways you never imagined."