You're not the only one with color themes.

You finish your soup and take a sip of the milkshake which is sweetened and tasty, but also brrrr it feels like ice. Sticking your half-erect penis-tongue into a cold milkshake quickly shrivels you up. Good thing: you can still slurp stuff with a limp tock.

Anyway, you have sat in the second row, on the second place from the window. To your left sits Casey, and to her left sits Ashley. And now that you're sitting at the previously white table, it has gradually turned pink over only a few minutes. The same goes for Casey's purple table, and Ashley's orange table.

However, an Asian student sits down on the place to your right, and you blink as you realize that her hair and eyebrows are turning silver. As do her clothes, her backpack and her chair and table. In the front row right before your nose, the clothes and hair of a black woman are turning to deep blue, while her black boyfriend now has baby-blue stuff which doesn't really match him, in your opinion. Two more students beside them have been assigned dark red and yellow colors.

You turn around, and it's the same thing: The guy right behind you has now golden hair and golden clothes and sits at a gold table. Besides him are a red-haired guy - as in, bright traffic light red. There is also a white-colored black guy and a tan-colored gal, currently exchanging pleasantries with Ashley.

Now, this is some weird stuff. Everything and everyone is now color-coded? Hm... oh, not quite. It seems as if that whole rule only applies to people within a radius of a few meters around you. Maybe three or four meters. Beyond that, everyone is still dressed in regular clothes, has regular hair colors and sits at white tables.

The professor's desk is colored in grass-green, as is his leather suitcase placed on top. The professor himself, a bald old man with a neatly groomed beard, is outside your radius, talking to a small group of other students. One of them points at you, and he whirls around. _"Aha!"_ As he strides towards you, you can see the changes as they happen: His white beard turns grass-green, his beige cord jacket turns grass-green, his green trousers... It happens slowly and you watch fascinated as his color change finishes. You fail to suppress a slight giggle.

Also, he waits for you to answer his question.

Is this about the color thing? "Um... I'm sorry..."

Casey elbows and shushes you. "No, Dr. O'Neell, I convinced Ms. Doe to listen in. See, she's switching majors, and when that's locked into the system, she'll need this course, too."

Professor O'Neell frowns and Casey elbows you again. Now you know what this is about. "Yes, and Casey... Ms. Wentworth told me how interesting the class is..."

"Political Sciences 0-0-2 is one of the driest, least interesting one-month remedials in this whole college." O'Neell cuts in. He's onto your bullshit. "We're also full, on a first-come-first-served basis, and you, Ms. Doe, are the first surplus student."

"I'm sure we can come to an agreement, Dr. O'Neell?" Casey smiles and opens the top-button of her purple fur coat. Which, of course, she wears no underwear, below.

O'Neell doesn't even blink. "Do I look like a corruptable fool to you, Ms. Wentworth? There is no further room in this seminar, other students also need this course completed, and I'd like to resolve this quickly. If that disrupts your curriculum, Ms. Doe, you should have applied for this restricted-seat class sooner." He beckons a tall guy over, who is still standing in the entrance. "Please vacate your seat for Mr. Rashid, now."

Casey looks offended and furious.