[Eli seemed to think that any of the celebrations here in Cadelle were the kinds of things he needed to throw himself into with a lot of enthusiasm; maybe it was because back in High Tower the things they celebrated were entirely superficial- the changing of seasons certainly wasn't one of them. The world Eli knew had been ravaged too much by natural disaster to have stable seasons these days and life inside the towers was mostly synthetic. The Illusionist himself hadn't ventured outside of High Tower before, so for him the idea of celebrating the coming autumn was interesting.

He's a creative soul, so he spends a long time decorating a paper lantern to be released that night. Before he'd been able to create illusions, his mother had taught him how to draw- something the two of them shared pleasure in, the fact their augmentations both came from the creative. He was pretty focused on the process, ignoring the splashes of watercolour paint he was getting on his hands and worse, completely oblivious to a deep purple streak of the paint above his eyebrow.

Not having much of a knowledge of seasonal changes or even non-regulated temperatures meant that for someone like Eli dressing for the weather wasn't always an instinctive thing. It was chilly enough out that a t-shirt wasn't quite cutting it for him tonight so at the clothing donation drive the young man barely gives you a chance to set down that sweater before trailing his hands over it and handing over a modest cash donation, eagerly pulling the warm garment over his head.]

[Eli didn't take long to make his way over to the more intimate sector of the festival. It was curiosity that brought him towards the tents and inclination that kept him there. He spends some time at the open bar, sipping on a tall glass of liquid courage that seemed to warm him up as it went down. Before long he was taking off the sweater he'd purchased earlier and tying it around his waist instead while he sips at his drink containing that special golden syrup that seemed to make him want to be even more outgoing than his usual self.

He didn't have the initiative to avoid the red table, through the years no-one had ever thought to instil fear of the unknown into the illusionist and he found himself devouring one of the cinnamon cupcakes, it was surprisingly warm on the mouth and even more so when it settled in his stomach, like a solitary coal. The heat rises over a few bated moments, a light warm glow coming to his cheeks as he turns around to the person closest to him.] Are you hot? 'Cause I'm really hot... like, burning up.

[Wildcard option! Any other way you want Eli? Have at it!]