[Action] Everyone come pester!
[Anyone who wasn't drafted and tends to frequent the library may have noticed a lanky, raven-haired woman poring through what appears to be a mountain of books. Normally, such activity would cause an expression of complete rapture, but today- as yesterday and the day before- Robin's brow merely furrows in frustration tainted by anger. No one is certain, really, at what point she entered the library. Eventually, she begins to nod every so often, sitting straight and shaking her head after each time. But it's a losing battle she fights, on two fronts.
There is very little information on this Third Party, and the war being waged. And soon enough, Robin's head drops to the book in front of her. Sleep, it seems, has declared itself the victor.]
There is very little information on this Third Party, and the war being waged. And soon enough, Robin's head drops to the book in front of her. Sleep, it seems, has declared itself the victor.]