A 1912 Titanic séance for your dinner partyFirst class, April 1912. The band, the wireless room, and a Morse key that starts tapping on its own.
Forget the movie for a minute. The Titanic was 882 feet of Edwardian high society floating on the Atlantic, and the people who booked passage on it were fascinating.
Wallace Hartley and seven musicians who had memorized 352 songs between them. Jack Phillips and Harold Bride in the wireless room, running a brand‑new technology, buried under passenger telegrams about absolutely nothing. The Astors, the Guggenheims, the Strauses. A first‑class dinner menu that still exists — oysters, filet mignon Lili, punch romaine, roast squab and cress — and it exists because somebody folded it into a pocket.
That's what your evening is about.

Because they would have.
In 1912, a séance was a fashionable after-dinner amusement for exactly this crowd. Well‑dressed guests did this after dinner, took it entirely seriously for an hour, and then went back to their drinks.
So holding one at your table is about the most historically accurate thing you could do after dinner in 1912.
This is not a memorial and I don't run it like one. It's a night in 1912 — and 1912 was a tremendous amount of fun if you were in first class.
The evening arrives in a solid oak case with a period sleeve — the sort of thing a first-class passenger might have left in their cabin. Inside:

The cards go round the table and everybody settles on a passenger. Then it turns out the whole room settled on the same one — and nobody said it out loud.
Two guests choose among the objects. One chooses carefully. One chooses without thinking about it. They match.
The key turns over inside a closed hand. The locket, hung as a pendulum, finds the person it belongs to. So does the yo‑yo, which is somehow worse.
Then the lights come down and the Morse tapper is set on the table, untouched, and it starts tapping. The code is right there in front of your guests, so they do the decoding — letter by letter, out loud, arguing about it — which is why the message lands the way it does.
No one is asked to play a character or read from anything. Your guests stay themselves all evening. They just stop being comfortable.
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