#rivervale_lodge

Frank returns home from Nebraska, and notices something... Siv's car lifted up on jacks and her feet sticking out. The term 'cussing like a sailor' is apt for Siv, but then again, Frank has hung out with Tweak. So it really is rather second rate profanity.

Of course, Oak barks a hello and romps towards him

Frank pauses; the rumbleroar of the Rig makes it impossible to miss so there's no hope she is not aware he's there. And then there's Oak. He regards her shoes.
"Need a hand?"

"Da?" A relieved note in her tone then an admission, "You tought me about car parts and other vehicles. Heck I'd not have the job at the Marina if it weren't for you. I'm not sure what I'm missing here. It's like the ignition is randomly either near dead, or supercharged. I checked the spark plugs, of course, nope. The wiring is fine... "

then she realizes she hasn't answered the question, "Yeah. I need a hand. Maybe two"

She slides out "Want to take a look? I'm going blind"

Frank gauges the lift on the vehicle, to make sure he'll fit under it before getting stuck. He'll adjust so he fits if needed, and slides underneath.

He does have to adjust it just a smidge . Siv is a bit smaller than he, well, maybe more than a bit

As he slides under, he can see his daughter has kept things in overall good shape.

(Int plus the relevant skill (Could be Technology, possibly craft, or even Mechanics if got a custom made one)

/roll 6

Frank can see what's wrong, it's almost like a sabataogue in here, the battery has additional energy... mmm

(And Perception plus Kenning)

/roll 7

This is Frank's wheelhouse, so to speak, and he realized they've got a chimera in the battery itself. A Watt-the-furk! SIMILAR to a glitch or a Fubar of nocker fame, a Watt-the-furk is not quite as bad as the latter. It causes troubles, hides, then causes the same damn problem again. A Watt-the-Furk, or WtF is a real frustration for those who don't know about them. And as they love to mess with routine systems and make them irregular, they can lead to hours of wasted time.

Now getting the thing OUT of the battery, well, more than one way to Skin a WTF , and he knows a few of them

Siv paces outside of it "I don't know what i did wrong. I checked the plugs, the wiring, the battery is clearly working..."

"I got it." he rumbles "Going to need you to get a few things."

"Anything" Siv says, relieved he seems to have this. A Watt-The-Furk has been known to having folks screaming at tech support "TELL ME TO RESTART ONE MORE TIME MOTHER ####er!"

"Get some batteries from the Lodge; whatever's there. 9 volts, double A, whatever. And a glass jar about...." he sticks his hands out from under the car and measures "Like that."

siv doesn't question, she races to the lodge

Oak watches her zip off, then looks back at Frank

Frank hums under the car, working. As long as he's there, and the WtF isn't suspicious yet, he'll check the rest of the car....

Frank can see she's been paying attention to oil pressure, good. There was a time he had to remind her but she learned. Mmm brake fluid good. The pads actually have been replaced recently. Not bad. Mmmm There's a screw here that could use tightening

He'll reach for the necessary tools.

He touches it up. Decides to secure the others to match even if they didn't need it AS much.

Siv comes back with a loaded cardboard box with the glass jar, and no less than 6 different batteries of varying sizes

"I got a D battery, two double as...." she hastily rattles some off

"Ok, ok.... put the batteries in the jar and hand it to me along with the lid." his hand waves out from under the car.

SHe does so, nimble hands "here you go"

The jarred batteries disappear under the car. There's the sound of the lid... a metallic rattle....humming.....

Siv is glad she's a troll, helps with being patient.

Fidget

Below,Frank sets up his lure... he can see it start to peek out

Frank lies very still and organic.

Spark spark sniff?

Frank can give master classes in patience, so the Watt-the-Furk sparks a bit pokes, then.. like a cat with an open box nearby, slips itself into the jar to get at the OTHER Batteries. More is better!

He lids the jar up security and shimmies out from under the car.

The WTF sparks and fusses, bouncing against the jar

"What the fu..." She starts to say "What IS that?"

"Exactly. You get them in electrical systems sometimes. It's a Watt-the-furk. Chimerical, obviously.

Her jaw drops. "I never heard of such a thing. I didn't even know a chimera was behind it. Oh Da, thank you. I neer would have guessed"

(Int plus Streetwise or Lore)

/roll 8

Frank has hung out with nockers and has a great deal of history with mechanics and the chimera that plague such. He knows that some nockers value Watt-the-Furks because, properly domesticated or altered, they can be come useful . Beyond raw glamour, they can even turn into helpful Chimera known as F'mits! Short for 'Furk me, it worked!'. The other avenue is to wait for the next thunderstorm, and by hopscotch or gimmix, launch them into the stormcloud. One would think this is a recipe for disaster, but in fact, it can somewhat purify the WTF, some are transformed into Storm Sylphs which are far more natural, though still wild in their way.

"Here." Frank offers it to Siv.