The Awakened Salad

Uncontainable

It was the most epic battle the land had ever seen: “I am a stick.” ”I am a donut.” ”I am a stick.” ”I am a donut.”

Poodle

Edna’s ghost, who had been standing next the the corpse, tried in vain to pick up the lollipop.

Chicken win(g)s

I always feel guilty when I do this, so I try to limit myself to three-four threads max (it doesn’t always work though). YKYASFW you see someone in the bookstore and you have the urge to ask if they’re on the Shard.

Stick was outraged at the donutification of the world.

Trees

Unthinkable

*Wons*

Now, the name Bridge Five suggests that it was a bridge squad, like Bridge Four. But no, Bridge Five was an actual bridge.

This was all well and good, except for one thing.

Lift jammed the lollipop into her mouth.

And it wanted something...

Dangerous

Right before Sticknah’s eyes, the stickapus transformed into a donutapus.

I think the safehand sleeve basically rules out most instruments that require two hands. I’d say piano and other keyboard instruments are off the table. It would be too restrictive trying to play big chords or make large jumps. And it would most definitely get in the way of scale runs or arpeggios. A glove might work, depending on how flexible it is. I’ve tried playing piano with gloves on before, just to see if I could, and it was manageable. However, as people have said above, I don’t know if the use of the left hand would even be socially acceptable in Vorin culture. As for strings, if played left-handed it might work with a glove, but the bowing hand needs to be very flexible as well, so again, the gloves would have to be non-restrictive. Maybe there are some in-world instruments we don’t know about too?

The stickapus was hungry, and required food. However, the only thing it wanted to eat was donuts, and the nearest donut joint was currently undergoing renovations to become a sushi restaurant.

Dalinar was busy munching on some cupcakes.

Unfortunate

Salad wins!

But I am the true winner!

The stickapus saw Sticknah, and through the magic of plot, managed to float on over to her (while still breakdancing, of course).

The whisper of the wind told Erica many things. Sometimes it would playfully dance, while other times it would lay silent as if holding its breath. Waiting, watching. It told her the feel of an area -- what the people were like, how likely they were to settle for paying full price, things like that. Mother and Aria had told her that it was just her imagination, but there had to be something to it. She liked to believe so, anyway. Right now, it gently trailed across her, tugging at a few strands of hair that had come loose from her braid. They tickled her nose, and Erica -- half-asleep -- raised her hand to wave them away. The motion brought her one step closer to the surface of consciousness, however, and she sniffed. It was cold. After ineffectually batting at her hair for a time, Erica opened her eyes. She expected to see the roof of a tent, maybe an inn of some sort, possibly the top of a vendor stand, but was instead greeted by a busy street. She jolted up -- fully awake now -- and got to her feet. She checked her knife and vial of brass, and let out a relieved sigh when she found they were still safely stowed away. But where was she? She'd been to many planets, but she didn't recognize anything around her. Was this the Cognitive Realm? People hurried this way and that, but she couldn't find anything that connected these people to any specific place. She scanned her surroundings, but nothing was familiar. Some structures looked... downright odd. What were those large rectangular buildings? And then... something else. Something was missing. No, someone. Aria. Erica looked around frantically for her sister, but she was nowhere to be seen. Flashes of memory came back to her -- fighting, screams, the sound of steel clashing against steel. How had she gotten here? And how had she been separated from Aria? She felt her brass reserves. There was a little bit left -- hopefully enough for some gentle persuasion. It was time to find some answers, and, hopefully, her sister. She started off down the street, looking for someone who might be able to help her.

Clueless