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𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: From trolls to dragons to foreign princesses, Astraea Aphelion grows stronger as she
continues to navigate medieval Britain using her wit and heart, standing unshaken beside Merlin and Arthur as they face every threa...
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📍 Camelot
⏳August, 505 AD
Not having anything better to do, I decided to visit Gaius after bathing following my work with the horses. I paused when I entered his home and found Gwen sitting on a cot, looking troubled as she watched the physician gather some supplies.
"Hi," I made my presence known, frowning as my eyes darted between the pair.
Gwen gave me a little smile, "Hello, Astra."
I moved a bit closer and realised that she had a bruise on her cheek. My eyes widened, "Are you okay?! What happened!?"
"It was rather a ridiculous slip-up," she mumbled shyly while averting her gaze.
I snorted and raised up my left hand (which was bandaged because I'd somehow cut the side of it while climbing over a paddock fence) as I said in an attempt to reassure her, "Gwennie, have you met me? I'm the queen of ridiculous slip-ups."
Gwen sighed, "I was filling up Morgana's tub and tripped and fell while carrying a bucket up the stairs."
"There's nothing ridiculous about that!" I pointed out. "In fact, I'm shocked it doesn't happen more often."
"It is not a rare occurrence," Gaius commented as he moved towards the girl, carrying an ointment and a bandage.
"You people really need some indoor plumbing," I noted while hopping to sit on the work table.
I often complain about the tedious task of filling up my own tub, but I've never stopped to think about what it must be like for the servants who have to do it for the courtiers. It's crazy that no one has thought to create something that might make the task easier! Then again, I don't think Uther or the lords and ladies care much for the servants' struggles. I doubt they even notice.
"Gaius – d'ya think Utah might be willing to get some sort of system built?" I asked.
"An indoor plumbing system?" he questioned. I nodded. "Even if he were, I do not know anyone who could create it."
I tilted my head. I've played 'Where's My Water?'. How much harder than that could sketching a blueprint be?
A smirk formed on my lips as I stated, "Challenge accepted."
"Astraea–"
I didn't stick around to listen to Gaius's concerns as I dashed out of the apartment and took off sprinting towards the royal library so that I could get a blueprint of the castle. And perhaps I could also find documents about ancient Greece, or Rome, or Egypt; which might contain some clues on how I could create a plumbing system in the middle ages.
Arming the castle with copper pipes that connect to each of the bathrooms can't be too difficult and it should be fairly easy to assemble. The main issue lies on how we can get water from the underground reservoir onto hypothetical tanks placed on the second and third storeys. No pump invented in this era is powerful enough to be able to rise thirty-or-so metres.
