Room 301, Saturday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle Lightwood II, mysterious heiress to glorious (and possibly also mysterious) riches... had tragically slipped into a coma an indeterminate amount of time prior to this morning. Also mysteriously.

So, she was laying on her bed, for some reason, and not at a hospital. Clearly this was a private arrangement. Arranged with a lot of money, by a mysterious benefactor – which made little sense, because you probably would have thought her own money would have been enough to cover for this. But just go with it.

And despite not being dead, there was a single red rose on her chest, and she currently looked to be at peace. This was also fairly mysterious, as her dark past tended to haunt her at all other times. So, yay for a coma?

[ooc: I am re-doing my own shtick from four years ago: I'm gonna be AFK, but the door and the post are open for all your random bouts of confessing your secrets to a coma patient! Or accusations directed at said coma victim.]

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[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Howie couldn't help but gloat. There was only room for one mysterious heiress on the island and even though Howie was a boy, he would reveal himself to be Jessica Drew soon enough.

He took his baseball cap off so that she could gloat properly as a girl. "Hey, Isabelle. It's me, Jessica," she said. "Frightfully sorry to hear about your accident. But don't worry, when you wake up, the rivalry will be back on. I mean, I'll have already won everything. But being a scrappy underdog will be adorable on you."

"Oh, and do me a favor and hold that pose," Jessica said before pulling out her phone and posing for a selfie in front of Isabelle. "I can't wait to tag this. You'll appreciate it when you wake up."

[notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com]

"I never should have taken you on that skydiving trip in the Swiss Alps," Raleigh said, offering one completely unnecessary and most likely inaccurate due to new writers theory on why Isabelle was in a coma.

"I'll find a cure for you," he promised tearfully. "I swear I will."

[notconflicted]

When no one was around, Mia snuck into the room.

"I'll get you, for what you did to me," she monologued at Isabelle's unconscious body. "You think I don't know about you, and your dark past? Well, I do. And I won't rest until I've used it against you and ruined your entire life! You'll rue the day you crossed me, Isabelle. You'll rue the day."

And then she dramatically placed a bag of totally cocaine really on the pillow next to Isabelle's head and took a picture of it. Incriminating "evidence." Mwahaha.

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Jeffy Maroe, ex-star running back and recent paraplegic, wheeled up to Isabelle's bed in his wheelchair. "Are you faking it?" he demanded. "Are you?" He reached out to touch the rose, and pricked his finger on its thorn.

"I have a secret," Jeffy hissed, around the bleeding finger that he had stuck in his mouth to suck on. "I'm faking it, too." He paused dramatically, as the camera zoomed in on his tortured face. "Also," he added, "I want your hot body."