Sense and Shootability (ft. Micky Overman)

Regency London, 1815. The ton is in full swing, reputations are made and destroyed over a single dance, and comedian Micky Overman has just materialised in the middle of it as the mysterious "Lady Hemming-Trout." Allegedly Dutch nobility, armed with concealed jewels and a matchmaking mission she has no business attempting. The target: unite a shy heiress with a secretly penniless war hero before a fortune-hunting villain gets there first.

Micky is, by her own admission, "so opinionated in a way that I don't realise is a problem." In Regency England, where one word from Lady Jersey can slam every door in London shut, that's less a personality trait and more a countdown. Her plan for navigating Georgian high society involves pistols, gambling, and the kind of directness that gets women banished from polite company. Game Master Claude builds a world of courtship rituals and razor-thin social margins, then watches the Dutch contingent barrel straight through them.

The Regency era ran on elaborate social hierarchies, unspoken rules, and pistol duels that were technically illegal but very much still happening. The ton could end a career over a poorly timed curtsy. Now drop a 21st-century Dutch comedian into this world with a fake title, smuggled gems, and zero knowledge of what "the season" actually means. Whether Lady Hemming-Trout's reputation survives the evening is one question. Whether she cares is another.