Subject: Scouting for something to do Who: Robin Where: The Bridge Theatre Warnings: TBC Open to: Nell Abbot and "Harry's gang"
If Robin coughed any more he was sure he was going to lose a lung. His symptoms were apparently resembling a bad cold and so he was walking around the theatre wrapped tightly in a blanket so that he could cure his boredom whilst not risking it getting worse. He'd rested too long, his feet itching to wander, and he eventually found himself backstage. He was excited at the prospect of performing Shakespeare, though if he tried to project his voice right now he'd probably faint. His mother would certainly have something to say about that - she'd scold him and tell him he should know better before having the maid send up some special soup to keep him occupied. Oh what he wouldn't give for some special soup...
As another coughing fit came over him he kept to the shadows in case anyone ordered him back to his room. The last thing he wanted to do was to go back to bed, which was ironic seeing as it was usually what he longed for after a hard day.