So one of the babies, Aubree (I’ll post pics of her later, sorry), was born to Ukraine, a guy whom I headcanon as being a complete romantic loser, and whose catchphrase is even “I’m a loser.” He wound up marrying Poland anyway and having a kid with her. And Aubree, dear lord, she has the single most DEAD voice on the island. An island that includes Belarus, someone whose voice does not inflect or change pitch at all. It’s somehow deader than that.
And during a round of Judgment Bay, the vast majority of the islanders picked “hate Aubree” over “love Aubree,” suggesting that she’s seriously outcast or bullied. At that point I started feeling sorry for the poor girl. (To add insult to injury, at only Level TWO, I found her worst-ever food.)
And to hammer the point home, the following exchange recently happened:
Vero’s L/A: *observing Aubree’s apartment*
Aubree: I wish someone would invite me to go dancing.
Lydia: *immediately leaves*
Ouch. Lydia, you absolute bitch.