At the first sign of a commotion, William caught all of the ping pong balls he was juggling and set them down on the table. "What's this now?" William asked no one in particular as he put a hand to his ear.

"I was given special privileges your stupid company worked out with the council! It doesn't expire!"

"It seems Maniacles is having some trouble keeping its end of a bargain..." William said, once again to no one in particular. "Between this its stinginess towards interior decorating, I fear for the sanctity of our own bargains with the company."

A few minutes later, William found himself arching an eyebrow at the arrival of a religious goth girl. Though he was drawn to her as much as the rest of the male student body were, William refused to let that attraction have any power over him. He'd seen all the problems that sort of thing could cause and he wanted none of that.

Even so he was curious enough to take a flier of his own as well.

"Every Friday at 8pm." William said to himself as he returned to the ping pong table to read the flier. "And with today being a Saturday, we arrived a day late for the latest session. Just our luck."