The Psychonauts U.S. headquarters are located somewhere near Washington, D.C., although not as part of the Capitol itself. The building is secluded, unmarked, with an airplane hangar that attracts suspicion sometimes, especially from conspiracy theorists, but is never really investigated by anyone. Most people write off any claims of weird things going on there as nonsense, although pretty much everyone that is aware of it agrees that it is, at the very least, indeed a weird place.
Since at least the 1960's, the Psychonauts have worked with the U.S. government to combat threats of national security, although the C.I.A. has requested that the Psychonauts stick to matters that specifically require psychicintervention, unless requested by the C.I.A. explicitly. The Psychonauts honor this request. Most of the time.
Some psychics work on their own, stopping bank robbers and so on as small-town superheroes. Official Psychonauts generally do the same thing before moving up to the international superspy-level of stuff. But every so often, psychics say no to joining the Psychonauts. And that's okay. The Psychonauts honor this decision better than they honor the one to the C.I.A.— most of the time. If the person goes rogue, they feel a sense of obligation to kick the person's ass.
Truman Zanotto's office has an old, slightly dusty rotary phone sitting on his desk. It is a direct line to the president. Not every president has had warm things to say about psychics, and some have been outright prejudiced against them, but he keeps the phone on his desk, ready and waiting, just in case. There is a bulletin board behind him, spanning the entire length of his office. On it is a large map of the United States, with a broader global map facing his desk. Both are riddled with pushpins.
One pushpin on the U.S. map is located somewhere in the Southwest. The note under it says "Night Vale", with another that says "Desert Bluffs". They have to move the pushpins sometimes. Night Vale has an ability to seemingly teleport. Or sometimes (often, actually) it is obscured by sandstorms, or by voids. Voids peppered by what looks like patches of the nighttime sky itself. Voids happen the most, it seems. Lovely word, isn't it? "Void."
Gravity Falls is indicated on the map, too. It's located right up the river from Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp— who knew? Raz still visits sometimes, accompanied by that little blue-haired girl, who still furrows her brow when she sees buttons, the little boy who can talk to ghosts and became best friends with his long-dead ancestor, the kid in the trenchcoat who was spying on the Psychonauts on behalf of the Swollen Eyeball organization…He's since toned it back, you know. He told them he saw nothing as a thank-you to Raz. I think he was just glad to find someone who actually believed everything he'd said. Although he can't seem to figure out why Raz's voice seems so familiar.
Raz tells them a lot of stories when he's there. Around the glow of a late summer fire, he tells stories of a group of teenagers in outdated outfits, with a talking dog and a gaudy van, those two older boys with their neat Impala and the friend they said was an angel, the man with an eternal smile on his face, the one with the blue box with all the clever machinery inside, who you swore had two hearts beating inside his chest when he hugged you. Magical, wonderful things they all knew to be true. That map had more stories represented on it than it would ever tell. Maybe you'll get to find out for yourself one day. You really hope so.