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

[bestsir]

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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[thisisamazing]

Hiccup laughs as Phoebe takes the eyeball out of his fingers and trills at him for more. He obliges, digging out the other fish eyeball, and then offering a chunk of the rest of the fish. "Just not picky then, huh? There's a lot of that going around out past the walls. I guess because so many species have had to, you know, adapt to somewhere entirely new-"

He catches himself before he can go off on a tangent, wiping his hands and replacing the rest of the fish in his satchel for Toothless later. "Oh! Yeah, sure, he's- you know, he's really good with people. Toothless is amazing. Oh, here, wait, I brought, uh, a copy of my sketchbook..." Hiccup digs out a binder of xeroxed papers, and sets that on the table. "There. Now we can go, if you want."

[bestsir]

Phoebe grabs the other eyeball and the rest of the fish, and drags it to a corner of her cage. Hiccup has passed her test for what constitutes an acceptable human being.

Harry takes the papers. "Thank you. I shall look forward to reading through them." He riffles the pages quickly to get a quick glance of what lies within, and then sets them back down on the table. "And—yes, I should very much like to meet your dragon friend. I believe I shall not be missed here for a little while."