Weirder than usual...
John leans against the railing outside the tourist office, squinting a bit in the fog of the morning. A bottle (mostly empty) dangles from one hand. He had just been thinking about finding someplace to sleep for a bit when the crude Rift detector in his wrist strap started dinging. He knew the first of the team ought to be trickling in soon, and maybe they'd want a hand with whatever it was. He lifts the bottle, taking another swig, wrinkling his nose and abruptly sneezing - spraying liquid. He frowns, and rubs at his watering eyes with his free hand. He's never had allergies before, but who knows what's hiding in this nasty fog?