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[Caellath]

Keep watching, stay as dust.

[Nikitian]

Keep watching.

[Knight Otu]

Make sure I'm still dust. Eavesdrop.

[Pancaek]

stay dusty, keep listening

[piecewise]

The memory halts suddenly, stopping as though someone hit pause on a video. There is a feeling of overwhelming force crushing down on everything; as though the team has been suddenly and violently hurled into the deep ocean. Jim, still lost in the darkness and not even sure how to get back, struggles to tear himself free of the absolute nothingness he's trapped in. He manages to get back out to the soft memory but things are different. Through the mazes of twisted, half remembered events and images stalk new life, or what could pass as such. They are shadows, twitching lumps of living ink that drift through the soft memory like leukocytes through plasma, seeking out the foreign substance.

[Nikitian]

Withstand the crushing force; I'm but a simple mote of dust, after all.
No thoughts. No emotions. No senses. Plain and unadorned existence without even registering that.

((Well, duh. Freeze&pray, flee&hide or fight(&lose)?
Oh well - or maybe escape while not truly discovered and try to re-enter again. ))

[Caellath]

((Well, there wasn't a lack of warning about this.

@Nikitian: I don't know what's worse and right now we have little in the way of options, but I do remember something around the lines of the soft memories' chaos being safer when compared to the still nature of the hard ones. I will probably go with that, but I'll take some more time to think things through.))

[Nikitian]

((My hope lies in that we are only suspects, while Jim, being on the run, is, unfortunately, discovered and hunted. I fear that us trying to escape the hard memory will just let those shadows loose on us as well; Jim is perhaps the most able to hide from them and/or try to fend them off, so if it is really possible, he has the most chances.
Still, it appears that currently he doesn't feel pressure on him, so maybe flight is the right way out of this situation. Too bad Maurice knows practically nothing about what is going on. ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Well, I could try going back to another hard memory and being obvious that I'm there if you think it would get heat off of you. It's my mistake, so I ought to do something about it.)

[Nikitian]

((I'm afraid that by the time you get there we'd either be fried, or spared, not to mention it pretty much being a death sentence for you. Don't worry about us, seek cover and hide while you can, and try to finish the mission even if we don't make it.
Being competent and completing the mission despite the odds will honour our deaths (if they actually happen) much more than any needless self-sacrifice. Godspeed, and let Pathmas, Steve and Saint Milno the Snark guide you throughout this ordeal!  ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

(I'll just wallow in guilt then.)

Jim observes the changes in the soft memory and tries to see if there's any sort of pattern or sense of similarity between them.

[Knight Otu]

((Uh Oh...))

Act dusty. Be as passive as possible without giving up.

[Caellath]

I am naught but dust.

[Pancaek]

Stay dusty, think dusty thoughts, ascend to nirvana

[piecewise]

The pressure in the memory spikes and recedes randomly for a few moments before vanishing all together. The team, minus jim, breathes a collective, dusty sigh of relief.

Jim, on the other hand, is having a bad day. He sees no pattern to anything going on, other then that being near those lumps of...whatever the hell they are, is probably going to be a very bad thing. They're getting closer; skating over the ground silently and whipping out thin tendrils. They poke and puncture the memories, testing them as they pass.