*blinks repeatedly* Amelia touched JaMars-sama. She saw him up close, and got pictures, and his autograph, and he shook her hand.

I was too chicken to go, largely because I felt that once within two feet of him, my reaction would either be insane grinning puntuated by incoherent happy noises, total cessation of all bodily functions, or simply me staring at him for several seconds before bellowing, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

So Amelia took one for the team. Our trooper. Our hero. Our, um….*eyes Mel for a moment, then slowly edges closer and finally pounces on her*….captive sex slave until the JaMars-sama molecules have worn off her palm. ^^;