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Jim has spent the last month or so investigating the various doors that make up this Nexus and he has yet to discover the rhyme or reason behind it. It seems like the Nexus is some sort of hub between universes, some sort of place where inter-dimensional travel is nothing more than walking through a door to a new destiny. It doesn't have the same impact as piloting a ship, of course, but it's not half bad.

Jim wants to know more. He thinks that there's enough doors out there to warrant further investigation on more than just an intellectual level. What if there are refugees who need a haven or resources they could harness to make the Nexus better? These things are the crux of his own five-year mission, the one he's temporarily detoured from, and he thinks he should continue it in whatever way he can.

As much as he likes to think he can do this on his own, Starfleet has taught him that teams are always a better option. Four heads are usually better than one and he thinks if they could organize teams of four to explore the doors, they could do recon and research and catalog the new worlds they encounter and put together a database of which worlds are safe and which are never to be explored alone.

He puts out an announcement on the hotel's network for those interested to meet him in the Smoking Room for a drink and sets up there, enjoying a nice glass of whiskey.

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Harvey makes his way into the bar sharply at eight. If that has more to do with having drinks than being punctual, who's to say. He's forgone the suit tonight in favor of more casual attire - jeans and a v-neck tee. It doesn't stop him from walking in like he owns the room and taking a seat across the table like he's there to do business. It's just different business than were he at work.

He takes a sip of the drink on the table. "I suppose that depends on what the perks of this exploration might be," he replies.

"A chance to see something outside of our beautiful luxury prison?" Jim hasn't ever felt the need to explain the perks of exploration to someone before but he's willing this time.

"Brave new worlds full of beautiful women?"

"There's something beyond this?" he asks sarcastically, waving a hand. Jim maybe hasn't had to extol the virtues of exploration, but he's dealing with Harvey Specter, who expects to know what's in it for him.

He lifts an inquisitive eyebrow. "Assuming you can guarantee that, we might have a deal." While sex isn't his only motivation, it is a decidedly pleasant perk of exploration. That and the adrenaline rush.

"I'm sure there's a door to Risa here," Jim says. "It's a planet I'm very familiar with. It's a resort planet and the culture is very relaxed and generous. I have had many, many fine instances of shore leave there."

Not that Risa is a place that really needs exploration and charting but he's happy to throw that in if Harvey gets on board.

He grins at the description. "It definitely sounds - entertaining."

Another sip from his glass. "What else are you expecting to find during your explorations?" Risk and reward - he likes the endorphin rush, but there should be something waiting on the other side too.

"New worlds, new peoples. It's similar to what I do back on the Enterprise," Jim admits.

"No ship to captain, of course, but I've led my fair share of ground teams. The principle is more or less the same. I want to catalog the doors for scientific research, among other things. It might be nice to have a compilation book so the less adventurous among us can know what they're getting into when they open the door."

"I'll agree that knowing what's on the other side is useful. It would've been nice to know that one door was going to open up to a snarling T-Rex before we opened it." He'd really only gotten a glimpse because Dawn had slammed the door shut pretty quickly upon discovering a carnivorous dinosaur on the other side.

"So, are you organizing all of this?"

"I am, because apparently I have become responsible in my venerable age of 26," Jim says, mock-sighing at the whole idea of ever being responsible. He does feel responsible for his crew and, by extension, the residents of the hotel and he doesn't know when that happened. When did he become the rational one?

"I'm thinking of keeping a captain's log and everything while I'm here to track our progress."

Harvey laughs. "Are you going to keep it on your phone or manage the old fashioned way with pen and paper?" Harvey has been accused of have a distaste for embracing new technology. That's not exactly it. He will embrace new technology that serves a functional purpose for making his life easier. Much of the time, that isn't the case. Though, he's not so far behind that he doesn't know about computers and smartphones.

"Normally we record them," Jim admits. "Because that's the prevailing technology, to record them in voice format for future retrieval. But as pen and paper are a novelty to me here that aren't really used back home, I may go about it the old fashioned way. It might be adventurous for me. Besides, it's a little easier to scribble something down for later than try to record a log entry in the middle of a firefight."

"I'm more of a hand-to-hand combat guy," he comments. Years and years of boxing training puts him a little less firmly into the 'point gun and shoot' category.

"Though, I wouldn't count on being able to stop in the middle of a firefight and jot something down either," he says. "The upside? A pen won't run out of batteries."

"No, it's usually better to write things down after you've saved your necks," Jim agrees, laughing heartily. "I guess I will salute the old-fashioned and keep an old-fashioned journal for these little jaunts. Maybe it'll be easier for other people to read about my experiences if they want to be a little more cautious about gliding through the doors themselves."

"It'll also be easier to read if you don't have indecipherable handwriting," he says, stone flat, but clearly being an ass. Once corner of his mouth tips up with a touch of a smirk.

"So, when are you planning to start up this little exploration of yours?"

"A week or so? I'll put you down for my own team," Jim says, writing down Harvey's name alongside his own. "I can make these calls, since I'm heading the expedition. I'll send out messages over the hotel system once I have a time for embarkation."

He thinks it'll end up being fun, hopping from door to door.

He nods at Jim. "Sounds good. And I'm not going anywhere," he says with a wave around in the general expanse of the hotel. "This place seems to think that I belong here." Truth be told, Harvey likes adventure and risk. Typically he makes bets on things and finds a way to win. This might be better.