You must wonder what we're doing here in your part of the world.

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Who: Harry Goodsir and anyone who promised him some stuff, or hell, if you just want to bug him in the coroner's office in the hospital, so literally anyone.
What: Dr. Goodsir's office hours. Bring him things, come to chat, or tell him to clean his overgrown curiosity cabinet out of the hospital posthaste.
Where: Harry's office and impromptu lab in the basement of the Riverview hospital.
When: Anytime in July.
Warnings: Harry's doing an autopsy with Victor Frankenstein. Potential for grossness having to do with critters.

The truth is, there isn't that much for the Riverview coroner to do on a good week. There was a brief increase in activity after the business with the cult, but otherwise Harry is very much left to his own devices.

Hence letting his naturalist's instincts out to play. He now has a pet eyeball-eating lizard (he is still trying to work out a system of nomenclature and is hoping someone might have some ideas) and a couple of moths in a jar, a lot of botanical specimens, and some assorted feathers, bones, and other items that he's collected or that have been brought to him by friends.

When he's not attending his classes at the university, you'll probably find him here, working or studying. He does go back to the communal housing on a nightly basis, but he keeps very late hours. Come see.

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Harry nodded, took a deep breath, and straightened up.

"Let us continue, then."

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Victor nodded and followed Harry back to the table. He wondered if it helped at all that the body wasn't very human once they started looking inside. It had some of the expected organs: heart, lungs and stomach, but they were oddly shaped and in slightly different places. And there were some organs that Victor could only guess what they were and what purpose they served.

"We should go through medical records," he suggested, "so we can see if there were any other cases involving beings like this one."

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"One of my predecessors in this role left a great many records, but not very well organized," Harry noted, a little peevishly. "But I do agree; it would be worth delving into them to see if there is anything related."

He peered down at the corpse again, noting with some interest the attachments of the additional limbs, and the variations in the muscular and skeletal structure,

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"That's all right," Victor shrugged. "We can chip through them. It'll give me a good reason to come down here and check on your growing menagerie."

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Harry chuckles. "Should you wish to endear yourself to Phoebe, be sure to bring a fish head or two. She is hardly what you would call tame, but she is much more inclined to be friendly when she is fed."

[jolting]

"I'll keep that in mind," Victor promised. That was one thing Storybrooke was short on: exotic wildlife. Though he supposed all the other oddities filled in the hole well enough.

He helped Harry finish up the initial examination. They would learn more once they did some testing on the being's organs. "You probably have to go through a lot of these," Victor mused. "If you find you need any more help, you know where my office is."