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xanphibian @ 06:54 pm: All. Amy's. Fault.
Laura Roslin was turning into something not quite human. She noticed it one morning while she was putting her sexay Madam President suit on. Apparently, she was sprouting wings. With black feathers, sort of raven-like. Thank the gods they retracted back into her skin when she shrugged and thought about it. It wouldn't do for the President of the Fleet to be anything but perfectly human.

All seemed to be going well until her new assistant, a cute young thing who went by the name of Dawn Summers wrinkled her nose one day and said, out of the blue, "You smell like *bird*."

"What?" Laura asked mildly. She met Miss Summer's questioning look head-on, confidence firmly in place.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Never mind. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't push. But you know, it's all fun and games until you start to *molt*."


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