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 has already climbed down off the desk when Natasha returns, and he turns his attention to the crab immediately. He prods at the mouth parts, pulling them down slightly; they stay open. He prods it in a few other spots, testing it the same way that he would a terrestrial crab, then shrugs.

"I don't think it is cooked," he says, "but it is well past stunned. Quite dead, I think." He's only a little chagrined at this; he was hoping to spend some time observing it, but—well, there are other crabs, no question. It's hardly the first time this sort of thing has happened, and it's much easier to be unsentimental about a crab than, say, a mammal.

[unmakeme]

Natasha is largely unsentimental about anything that ends up being food. It's about as far as she can manage to make it down that path of heartlessness. If it ends up on a plate, better it than her. Targets, that's a little bit tougher. She can make the justifications that let her sleep at night. They mostly have to do with the greater good. The success is varied.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Good news is that the janitor is whole and unharmed. She... might be kind of mad at you for a while, though. Hope you're good at keeping your own space tidy." She prods the giant crab with one of her batons, considering. "I'll get you another one for half price, if you want it. A smaller one. Less likely to bust through doors. Or... three for one? You can watch them interact. Is that part of what you do? I'm not entirely sure what a naturalist is, in practice."

[bestsir]

"She has not liked venturing in here for some time. I should go apologise—" Well, perhaps not now; he hears the firedoor to the stairs slam open and footsteps pounding up the stairs as fast as she can go. "—as soon as I can, at any rate."

As to the crab: "I would not say no to a pair of small ones. Observation of behaviour is indeed part of what I do, so that would suit my purposes well."

[unmakeme]

Natasha also turns her head at the sound of the fire door slamming open and then shut, teeth clenched together as the corners of her mouth pull down in an exaggerated grimace. Very happy she doesn't have to interact with the woman on a daily basis. Better you than her, Harry. "I'd bring flowers." If this little incident ends up getting him fired, she's going to feel genuinely awful about that. For days, at least. Maybe she should say something on her way out.

"So..." Another prod to the tough outer shell with her baton. "Are you going to dissect this one? Second question, very much related to the first, have you had lunch yet?" She hasn't, and she's hungry. She was going to go home with a couple of claws from the stockpile she's got going in the big walk in freezer, but this also works. It might even be considered some sort of scientific research, if Harry hasn't already eaten one. Maybe. That seems like something that might fall under the umbrella of naturalism.

[bestsir]

He looks at the crab, shrugs. He would not be the first biologist in the history of science to eat a late specimen, and he won't be the last.

"It would be a shame for it to go to waste either way," he says. "I have had lunch, but I should be happy to share the edible parts with you, if you like."