Curiously, the burning sensation increased dramatically. He felt it ebb for a few moments, and return seconds later with a vengeance. He bit his tongue eagerly; it was all he could do to stifle a yelp of pain. He began to feel dizzy, his vision blurred, and his hearing became fuzzy. By now, several people had either introduced themselves or somehow acknowledged his presence. Some of them glared, others stared in honest curiosity. He knew their expressions would soon change when they noticed his distress.
Lokiri struggled to retain his composure as he attempted to fight off the mental agony. He practically slumped over onto the table, hurt and exhausted. Distributing his energy to many different tasks had seriously drained him. He focused all he had left on maintaining his disguise and locating (and possibly attacking or trapping) the mind which was invading his own.
If anyone attempted to communicate with him during the next few minutes, they would be ignored. Not because he wanted to be rude (although the thought had crossed his mind), but because he would not technically be conscious. He realized this would only further the partygoers' suspicions and elevate their anxiety, but he had no choice. He was being compromised.
He entered into a self-induced trance, much like the one he assumed Duncan had broken out of (minus the "self-induced" part), without much difficulty. The hard part was establishing communication with the enemy mind. He made sure his search pattern only included Barakka, as he had a sneaking suspicion that whoever was aiding Duncan (since he was sure he hadn't broken the trance of his own accord) was with him, or at least near him.
[13]
(Kay, so I've lost track of everything. xD I think I'll just post here three more times and whisk Lokiri away. And yes, they will be posts of fail. You totally don't have to talk to him right now, but it would make a lot of sense if people started freaking out and asking him if he's all right.)