"The snippets I'm getting of the available capabilities here are fascinating. Do I have to be on for the camera like all my waking hours just in case the producers want to cut together some kind of montage about my downtime, or do I get to investigate your internet... I am willing to go with alt consent for which of those two things you do but do not guarantee this extends to other things that have gone unmentioned."

"Convenient you should mention that.  You should assume that every space is to some degree nonprivate except," he points to a door and it opens, revealing an opaque field of gently-swirling purple, "ones that look like that."

"It's so purple. Is it also purple inside? Seems like it'd obstruct visibility."

"You can go check, if you'd like."

"Are you always like this about being asked straightforward questions or is that a mind control thing?" Cam asks, but he gets up and goes to have a look.

If there's a response, he can't make it out from the other side of the barrier.

He's in a comfortably furnished small room.  Desk, chair, daybed, empty bookshelf, fireplace.  There's a cordless lamp, a stack of slightly fancy notebooks, and a cup with writing utensils on the desk.  Indeed pretty purple, but in a normal decoration way, with gold and silver accents.

He doesn't really like purple but he has other shit to quibble about.

They have obviously been stalking him. The notebooks being froofy could mean that they have been slightly less thorough about stalking him, or that they've been very thorough about stalking him and also Empress Belladonna. ...or just Shell Bell, who has less she can do about being stalked.

He comes back out again. "Cool. Someone's gonna need to tell me how to work the fireplace."

"The fireplace?"

"The room is supposed to be private but things, such as me, can exit it, so I'm gonna wanna periodically set my notes on fire."

"- oh, you do them in writing, that makes sense. I've got an audio recorder doodad, I spend a lot of time near water and stuff and it's waterproof and locked to just me."

"...huh! Do you know which is commoner?"

"Does not tend to be enough of a public feature to make it into biographies, but I'm guessing you're the normal one."

"Mm, so actually, you're the only one who can go in there.  I think the fireplace was a holdover from before we had an expected way to verify this to you, though my understanding now is that Shell Bell might be willing to help us with that?  - To answer your previous question, I don't have any memories from before this job.  Probably I was somewhat inclined toward answering questions like this but then got moreso."

"Jesus Christ, man. Empress Belladonna had better clear her schedule or have a very compelling Powerpoint presentation," mutters Cam. "Shell Bell, you have some kind of... verificationy thing?"

"Yeah - sometimes people pay me in stuff like my audio recorder instead of or in addition to money for my consulting services. I have a doodad that... has limited charges, it recharges on its own but we can't do more than one or maybe two things soon, but if somebody tells it something, and they ought to know and they're telling the truth, it'll repeat it back, and if they're lying or could easily be wrong it'll just kinda eat it. Which unfortunately does not make it recharge any faster, maybe 'eat' is the wrong word."

"And I expect the show to be much better if you have the chance to do proper processing, so I'm invested in you having correct beliefs about the security here."

"Sounds like if it's not the case that you ought reasonably to know, such as because you have been horrifically mind controlled, the doodad will not be reassuring about what you have to say, is there someone else we should be introduced to here?"

"We can get someone else if you'd like, but that's not really the flavor going on here."

"The flavor."

"My ends are the production's.  I'm not being deceived about things that would make me worse at pursuing those."

"And they know how her doodad works?"

"Apparently."

"Well, it would sure be inconvenient if it turns out they don't know what they're doing and being comprehensively mentally tampered with about too many things makes you incapable of saying stuff the doodad likes, but if you're sure! What are you going to tell it? It's no good if you say something and then we're like 'hey wait a second there's a loophole' and it turns out it doesn't recharge faster in dilation."

"'There is a magical effect which can be applied to a space.  This effect prevents anyone except people designated at its creation from entering that space, and renders the space safe from all known forms of scrying and observation.  The number of people designated as being able to enter the space is obvious from the number of main, distinct colors making up the border of the effect, up to a maximum of six.  When the effect is dismissed, it annihilates all nonliving contents beyond any known form of retrieval.  No one involved in this production is known to be searching for forms of scrying or observation that could bypass this effect, and there is intent not to hire people of whom this is true.  If anyone on the staff was found to be searching for ways to disrupt the integrity of the privacy within rooms with this effect, they would be fired and face legal consequences.  We will not cast contestants capable of bypassing the effect.  We will never deceive you or intentionally allow you to be deceived about whether the effect is in place'?"

Cam inspects that for defects. "...the notebooks aren't secretly alive?"