The Universe's Mixer

Schmendrick had gotten used to the City. He'd learned to take the oddities in stride - not that he enjoyed the strangeness, but he'd accepted that there wasn't much that could be done to change it, so he'd stopped trying. Instead, he sat quietly on a park bench, slowly flipping the pages of a newspaper and enjoying the Spring sunshine. It was early afternoon, and for once, he had shed the ridiculous robes that marked him some sort of magician. ( Or, well, some sort of weirdo or Jedi. Take your pick. )