Returning to our story...

[Amaris]

Neither Dr. acknowleges the fair superhero. Several uncomfortable minutes go by until she stammers "Space it is... then" weakly.

[Vardaen]

Billiards offers his arm to Charade, "Come close Charade, hold on tight to Billiards Man." He flashes a 'sexy' smile at the woman and offers to pull her in close to him in superhero style.

[Grimbold]

The Spark grins: "OK, throw everything you have at me. Prism me!" He pulls down the flexible collar of his superhero suit to expose a rather unmuscular and hairy breast.

[Deadman]

"Sorry," apologizes Dr. Progress after a delay that seems like weeks. "Space-time can get wonky right before Quantum Divisions."

Boozehound and The Spark bravely risk their place in a universe with semi-logical laws of causality and stride into the center of the room.

Dr. Innocent cackles. "The two heroic fools! My job might get easier. If this kills them then I won't have to-" he pauses and thinks about what he's saying "...not go to their funerals and be very sad. And then my job would be easier because there would be less heroes for me to help. I hope that does not happen."

"Don't worry Dr. Innocent!" says Dr. Progress. "My machine is quite safe! Out of 20 mice we tested it on, 38 were unharmed!" He flips the switch.

*BBAABZZZOWOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

A beam of aqua light blasts down and strikes the two overconfident avengers.

Display

Rolling 1d20 to see how well the machine works. 20 is perfection. 1 is abject failure.

Boozehound: 17 Almost no weirdness! What a pity.

The Spark: 4 Sweet.

When the light fades the center of the room is empty. On one side near the wall Boozehound and The Spark stand together. On the other side, Boozehound and The Spark stand together.

The twin pairs feel powerful, almost gravitational force dragging them towards their counterparts! One Boozehound's sneakers squeak on the floor as he's dragged an inch closer.

"Quick Billiards Boy!" shouts the scientist/madman responsible for this division. "Get one set of them outside and leave the planet immediately! Everyone who's going, grab them! Help them separate or they'll recombine!" Wind whips through the room scattering papers as the force grows."

[Amaris]

Charade quickly picks The Spark to rescue from recombining with his bad self and reaches out and clenches his bicep tucking it under her arm and she begins pulling him towards the door (while staying as far from the Boozehound as is possible).

[sempai]

the two boozehounds look to charade with drunken interest they both say at the same time

"hey what about me?"
kaiser grabs his boozehounds pants with his teeth pulling him away from the other boozehound attempting to get "handled" by Charade

[JohnnyWeird]

"Your concern is moving, Dr. Innocent. I wonder if I might beg your assistance in locating Roboguy; your expertise should be more than a match for that Johnny Come-Bad-At-Robotics!"

The Butcher speaks with the words of Senor Fisticuffs in mind; Keep your enemies close, then punch them in the mouth.

As the splitting takes place, he moves to keep the heroes separate; he grabs hold of the Kaiser that will be staying on Earth, reasoning that his tiny dog-body is more likely to be pull toward itself!

[Deadman]

OOC

Kaiser was not split I believe. The canine crusader is staying on Earth, correct?

With the aid of their comrades one Boozehound and Spark are dragged outside, but even outside the building the attraction grows. They've got to leave the planet ASAP. It's Billiards Boy's cue, no pun intended.

[Vardaen]

Billiards Boy helps with The Spark as well, he hurries outside. "Come on everyone with me, someone handle Mr.Innocevilnt over there..." he's no idiot he's been listening to the mad doctor. The moment the group reaches the outside he plants the cue on the ground pointing up, "Grab on!" He waits for everyone to be touching him, he then grabs the stick in both hands hoists it up over his head and shouts, "Good Guys Corner Pocket of Space!" He closes his eyes and away they go...

[sempai]

Boozehound x grabs the pool que, ready to go to space, Boozehound z stays behind with the unsplit kaiser, hoping for charade to shake him down, to the dismay of his other him.

The boozehounds look at each other both tilt their head to the right, put a hand up, and giggle it seems they are of the same mind.

The Boozehound looks to Billards Boy, "you should have split yourself, you would have had your ultimate wingman."