Sasha Viola
Explore where? Your room?
Asmi Bint Muhammad
You have the key to your dorm room. Pulling on the handle, you release it to let the door slide open automatically, an odd fusion of futuristic and rustic technology.
The interior is just how you left it. A pale violet rug is set up perfectly aligned with the rest of the room, the bed with sheets of the same color (though the under sheets are darker) pushed against the far corner. There's a small desk on the far wall, underneath a shelf. The desk and shelf are covered with memorabilia from your journeys around the middle-east and northern Africa, mostly dolls, jars of incense, and various bolts of fanciful cloth that you've determined to never let Dani get her hands on. A laptop computer hums quietly on the desk, an inviting blue glow that nevertheless leads nowhere; the Academy Internet is offline, no doubt the work of the Mastermind. Trying to fix it has been more than just an uphill battle; as far as your basic understanding of computers goes, he or she must have completely unplugged the router... or something to that effect.
There are few pictures here; you're not really one for photographs at the best of times, and your recent... issues... have made them an even rarer occurrence. The only one visible from the doorway is a portrait of your family, framed in cheap, fake wood. Invisible from the door right now is the small iron crescent and star. It runs on a track around the room, positioned determined to a projection of the Ka'baa. As there are few windows to the outside of the station and you aren't much of a geographic mind, you don't know particularly how valid the positioning is. Still, it's the best you have, so it's what you use.
As the door slides shut, you unwrap your head, freeing your hair for you to run your fingers through. You still feel a bit nauseous from watching Viola do something like that... It's fortunate Ashley managed to save what little could be salvaged of the cruel situation. And Maria's actions at the class trial were... Too close to home.
Yuki Ito
You've arrived in your room. The night-time announcement hasn't played yet - if you were to hazard a guess, it's only just after noon, by Monokuma's time. And yet, you feel exhausted.
Did Sasha really just consign a little girl to die for someone she just met? Is that really the actions of the Ultimate Hero?
Grimm Castle
You head to the cafeteria and grab a bowl of oats with milk, but your mind isn't really in the food. You just sit there, for a few moments, softly caressing the fork in your hand, thinking.
Then you realize you grabbed a fork to eat cereal, and very nearly dunk your face into the soup. Is it soup? It is, right? Well, it's cold, so it can't be soup. So it's not soup. Even though it's liquid with solid chunks in it... Is this soup? Or not?
Is this really relevant?