Catherine
*Meztu would land on top of the roof, the graceful nature of her fall allowing minimal noise to be heard from below. There was no trapdoor on the top that suggested an exit out of an attic, yet she could try and break into a room via a window from the back. However, it wasn't obvious what floor the sleeping quarters were located on. The manor was three stories tall with nine windows on each floor, indicating a total of twenty-seven rooms on the back side alone. It seemed that the only possible entrances were through the backdoor, a window, and the front - entrances that could potentially go unnoticed, anyway.*
Mike
*She would go to the back of it using her lythe figure to help squeeze her way onto the edges of the Windows trying to look inside. No way is. She going to go through the front or back door. There guards in a place like this the hope is that she finds a room to break into on the back of the property as therr are less eyes*

*Apon seeing what seems like beds in one room she would take the butterfly hairpin out of her pony tail and a small sewing needle from her bag and slowly... Gently starts to turn the simple lock on the window, then silently slide it open as she steps in and closes it. She inside good.*
Catherine
*Upon getting inside of the room, Meztu would notice that it had a complete absence of light, the dim light of the moon illuminating the bare minimum of the inside. She could tell that it was a bedroom, but a rather extravagant one - apart from the bed and rug decorating the interior, however, it had a surprising lack of decoration and luxury.*

*There was a door right in front of Meztu, presumably leading out to the hall. It was cracked open minimally, but she noticed that no light entered the room from there either; the hallway was dark, making it an ideal mask for her movements.*
Mike
*Not the maids room that's for sure. Time to figure out what to do from here, she would squint as she looks around the dark room. Even her eyes used to the darkness its hard to make out exactly what things are. She would gently press against the door and exit looking both ways attempting to find a disguise of some sort. Or that maid room she assumed would be obvious to find*
Catherine
*Peeking out of the door, Meztu would notice that the room she came out of was somewhere in the middle of the hall. At both of the far ends of the hall, there were two staircases leading downwards, as she was on the top floor. For the most part, the hall seemed empty. There were, however, quiet echoes of footsteps coming from the floors below. The frequency of these sounds implied that there wasn't just one wandering the halls in the night; there were possibly two, three, or even more.*
Mike
*Silently listening she would silently move out onto the hall and go to her right and peeks out at the stairwell to see if the coast is clear. She has that room in the middle of the hall to hide in* "*Wait dosent the lord live on the top floor. I'll sweep the rooms when I have that maid outfit, I can walk publicly*"
Catherine
*The stairwell, in fact, would be clear. Meztu would notice, however, a small candlelight in the hallway of the floor below as she stood on it. It was fading away, but it illuminated the figure of a broad-chested man dressed in a servant's outfit. He walked stoutly towards the end of the hall, down the other stairwell, and disappeared to the ground floor. Now emerged a question of whether or not he was attending to someone, or just wandering the halls at night for patrol. Come to think of it, there wasn't any sound of a door opening or closing; it was only logical to think that he was making a final inspection of the manor halls' cleanliness before retiring for the night.*

*All the rooms on this floor also looked about the exact same as the one above, as if it were just duplicated. Nothing suggested that the Lord of the mansion slept within one of these rooms; nothing at first glance, anyway.*
Mike
*She knows the stair well is impossible to hide on so she takes her chance and hurrys down the stairs being light on her feet she gets to the bottom floor. Now she cant pose as the buttler, but the wood floor would most defiantly make a floor but she would know this so she does the oldest trick in the book. She has a stone from outside in her pocket. She throws it hard at the hallway to the left of her as she treds to the right using the shadows of the manner to guide her.*
Catherine
*When Meztu reached the bottom floor, she would find that it was drastically different from the ones previous. The end of the stairway led to an elevated platform which overlooked a vast ballroom, yet was completely empty - aside from the supporting pillars and arches on the sides, anyway. At the front of the room was a grand door, almost thrice as tall as she; it was apparent that this was the "Front entrance," Which meant she was now at the somewhere near the front of the manor. The man from earlier was heading towards the front entrance as Meztu threw the stone, making a gesture like he was going to open the front door. The stone landed a few meters away from him, creating a noise loud enough to echo along the walls. The man stopped, whipping his head around towards Meztu's direction. His eyes were locked onto the platform, since that was where he assumed the stone came from. He saw a glimpse of a purple robe, though did a double take; he wasn't sure if the long hours of the night were deceiving him, or if someone was actually there on the platform. He focused his gaze there for one more second, trying to see if there was truly something there.*
Mike
*She would be quick, but silent she does not want confrontation, she didint even look behind her incase the butler did see her. Because she was already around the corner of the ball room hugging the wall, her eyes no fully adjusted to the dark. The inside of the place is easier to make out. She searches for the staff rooms, she keeps herself almost pressed against the dark wall as best as possible to hide her figure*