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In fact, it's SG-1's fault: they're the ones who've been debating it in my head for the past week or so, and whilst it's amusing, it's also counterproductive. All they're doing now is finding reasons to shoot down one another's suggestions. Damn them. Why I ever hoped they might all agree on one name, I don't know.
She's going to damn well be called X, or I'll never finish this fic in time.
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What I do when I get in your kind of bind is I take the
most promisingleast offensive of the possibilities, put the first names in one hat, the last names in another, draw one of each, and live with it. If that truly makes me wince, generally I know by then what I am really pulling for, because at that point my subconscious kind of begs for mercy. Or I take a couple of really different books, open to random pages and use the first name from one book, and the last name from the other. Then I'm allowed to alter them slightly (Chillingworth to Dillingworth or some such). But brains work differently.I kinda like Madame X, but it has a bit of a porno feel to it, I'm afraid. Is she by any chance into leather?
*wanders off humming* ...I want your disease...dum-de-dum...You and I could write a bad romance...
But anyway, she talked the others around, and my character is now named. Honestly, Madame X would have been a very inappropriate name. *g*
"Yeah. I knew that!" she says in a dead-on Jack impression.
[muttering]: But it was funny, anyway!
;)
I'm glad Sam came through for you. Smart woman.
[Jack impression again]: Nope. Not gonna say which one. Ya' can't make me... Well, crap! They both are, alright?!