The guys at the booth presented a list of names, and a short bit of text above the names about the contest, and that the images would possible be used to advertise the events, but would not be used for any commercial purposes or to promote any of their product. It looked pretty standard con thing, rather than the contracts that Marvel, DC or Disney might throw on the table normally.<br/><br/>Aimee signed too and chuckled cheerfully hugging onto Reon's arm again, while one of the guys nearby stepped closer. "Hey, any room for a third in that hug?" The guy was slim, wearing a white shirt, with a smile on his face, a bit messy brown hair, simply blue jeans, and not looking that bad, but not that great either. On scale of 1 to 10, the guy was around a 7. Above average, but not good enough he'd have been picked up by a modeling agency or anything.<br/><br/>He smiled still though, and moved closer, Aimee whispering abit. "I feel weird. Can we go?" She looked a bit wary. The guy's presence had something about it, as he moved closer there was a<em>compelling</em>presence suggesting to agree.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Would like a Will or Fort save, either one is alright for this, but only 1 roll happens. Of course, putting a hero point into it if its a bit wary is fair up to the point when results are announced.</div></div>