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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[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."