Under the trees: Elijah/Klaus
Klaus looked around, literally around, his eyes up and searching the air for wherever the voice hand come from. He turned in a rather erratic circle, displeased with everything he saw and how uncomfortable it made him. His coat was pulled tighter around his body by way of defense, as though it could physically shield him.
"Nothing? Something is happening-" He couldn't quite decide if the voice had been real or if it was in his head. Even when it started insulting him there was really no way to tell. He was hard on himself a majority of the time.
Klaus looked down at what he was wearing, regardless, and turned again. He didn't usually hallucinate people. So he was probably not hallucinating this people. Person. Language was hard. He squinted at Elijah, pushing his curls away from his face as though that would help in some manner.
"What am I wearing?" he repeated. "It's a coat. Like a sweater but it opens-" Klaus beamed and let the two sides of his coat fall open, his skinny chest bare beneath. "You don't like it? I can't go home and change. I don't really know where I am." He laughed, as though that were a completely normal thing to have happened.
"Your thing-" Klaus gestured to Elijah's sweater. "It looks like it was woven by a spider on acid. Have you seen those experiments with the spider webs and the different drugs? It's fascinating."