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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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"Not here in the hotel, no. But it depends on what you mean by weapons." Erik shrugged. "If you want guns, there are doors we could go through to get them. But some of those present their own challenges." The dead world, Jurassic Park— they'd find guns there, but at what price?

"There's a simpler way. A door that gives you powers when you go through it. My friend can shoot fire from her hands now— I can think of a few places that might come in handy."

Jim arches a brow. A place where he could aquire a weapons skill without actually having a weapon to hand? This hotel is just chock full of surprises.

"Which door is this? Is it safe enough to bring a team that isn't armed into it? I don't want to put anyone into harm's way if I don't have to."

"Safe as houses. You walk through and end up right back where you started, except you've got a little something extra when you come out the other side."

Even as he said it, he wondered if that was actually true. But the chance for benefit far outweighed the risk— and if they didn't try, they'd never know for sure.

"We should go, then, and suit up for other places," Jim says. It's a good thing to know that they can get some sort of ordnance to aid them in case they run into hostiles beyond one of the doors.

"It would be amazing to wield that kind of power with just my body."