I was hired as transportation for the job I'm here for. So it's safe. I haven't tried touching the dots though- so I wouldn't suggest doing that.
-he opens up his hand a little bit, his cheek flinching a little, before he lathers up his hands-
-he places them on the air, and pulls it apart, the tear seemingly coming off as mental/telepathic static-
-behind is a white/grey void with numberous different black spots out in the air-
-Rayko casually steps through, as a black line forms where he steps-
Come on through.
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-Steps on through, with a hint of trepidation-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-being inside it feels odd, Hal-
-Rayko closes up the tear behind them-
-it's like the feeling of having lots of thoughts in your head at once-
-doesn't feel overwhelming, but you just feel creative, and your mind feels open almost-
Welcome to thought-space. Don't touch the dots- I think I read the paper theorizes that thought-space is like graph paper. It said the dots are coalesced ideas, brought together from one or multiple minds. Things like mythological objects or ideas. -one forms in the distance, a small one, it seemed to form as soon as you entered, Hal-
-walks along Thought-space before seemingly stopping randomly-
I haven't tried touching the dots though- I can't identify them, and I wouldn't want to risk the idea that it'd be wrong, and that these dots might be the minds of people.
Anyway- this should be the spot where I can open us up into the basement.
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Okay, yeah, keeping hands to myself.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-he places his hands on the air again, and opens it up-
-right before Hal, is the punching bag and the basement, just as he knows it-
After you, since you're probably not as used to Thought-space travel as I am.
-once Hal goes through, Rayko follows and closes the tear-
Anyway- I'm going to go take a nap, and consider the implications that a demon shipping me has.
See you around. -smirks as he heads upstairs-
SLEEP.
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Well, he's an asshole, alright? It's a shitty thing to do that to someone. You don't deserve it at all.