#ahitworldshift

Conductor was not as youthful and in-shape as many of his other actors. So when it came time to do some actual extreme stunts, he felt like he was having trouble and absolutely refused to get a stunt double to do any of the work for him.

One of the first scenes of his new movie, Extreme Cowboys, involved Conductor jumping up onto the roof of a train and fighting against an evil crow. One problem, though. Or rather... many problems. He couldn’t jump up nearly high enough to get on top of the roof, and he definitely could not spar with anyone, even with one of the scrawny crows. His hits were slow and his attacking technique was sloppy.

Conductor let out a low groan at the end of the day. He looked over the footage of that one scene and was embarrassed at how he looked. He was out of shape!

So Conductor looked to 2 of the people who were willing to whip him into shape in a very short amount of time - the 2 little girls who do a lot of ass-kicking for a living. However, Hat Kid wasn’t interested in sparring with The Conductor. Mustache Girl, on the other hand, very much was interested!

She showed up on set of Conductor’s new movie early in the morning. No one had even arrived yet, except for Conductor who was standing in the middle of the set.

“Yeh ready to spar, lass?”

“You’re going to be in a world of hurt when you’re done with me, old bird,” Mustache Girl said, a delighted smirk left on her face. “You still want to do this? I could save you the trouble.”

Conductor grumbled. “Yeh, yeh, whatever. We all know that you are so macho. Don’t have to shove it in my face. Let’s just get it over with.”

Mustache Girl didn’t hesitate before jumping into the set and thrusting her fists towards Conductor. He didn’t react fast enough and got smacked a couple of times. He was surprised, but afterwards was ready to start throwing punches of his own.

The sparring didn’t last for very long, probably 40 minutes, but it felt like it lasted a lot longer. Conductor had his hands downs onto his knees as he breathed heavily while Mustache Girl was leaning against one of the backdrop set pieces. “You done yet, old man?”

Conductor growled. “Stop calling me that, peck neck! Can’t yeh see I’m a bit tired.” He grabbed his back and slowly straightened himself out. “Yeh really wailed on me, ya know that? I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.”

{So we were talking about those Conductor and DJ Grooves audio posts on the AHIT But Snatched Discord-}

Hehe, I’ve actually been working on a lil something lately

The Conductor: Don’t ask me why aye dont have a reason for it.

DJ Grooves: He’s an idiot, thats the reason….and well….

DJ Grooves: I’ve lost count of the dumb things this dissaster of a man has done in my presence, darling, it’d be incredible if it wasn’t downright concerning.

The Conductor: Hey! Yer aint excempt from this either ye know! How’s about tha time ye almost went 48 hours without sleepin’ and aye was the only one who got ye ta bed?

DJ Grooves: Oh come on now- I was working-

The Conductor: Or tha time ye almost downed a whole bottle ah wine and aye forced ye tae stop?

DJ Grooves: Okay- okay-

The Conductor: Or when ye almost got in a fight wit-

DJ Grooves: OKAY! WE GET IT, DARLING! We both stop each other from doing dumb things….lets….move on, hm?

(Vanessa, examining him up close, whispering) “I do not believe they are wrong. You DO have a nice figure. But please, watch your language.”

He twists around with surprising grace, once more flushed red - this time accompanied with a stammered, but ultimately offended sounding noise. After a moment he manages to speak.

Certainly!

Conductor walked out of Dead Bird Studio. It was nearing midnight and most everyone else had already gone home for the night, but he wanted to stick around to get some additional editing done on his film.

It had been a week since he started his film with the studio and he was finally starting to settle. However, he hadn’t exactly gotten close with anyone. His assistant was alright, but not somebody he’d want to hang out with on a regular basis.

Or reveal his little... secret.

Conductor still felt very closeted and didn’t like the idea of hiding his identity as a trans male. But it never came up in conversation and he was never comfortable blurting it out to anyone. It just felt so... unnatural.

The owl director pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one as he went over to a bench to sit down. He took a deep breath after releasing a puff of smoke.

“You know... it’s been a week and you still haven’t said a word to me.”

Conductor recognized the voice almost immediately. He doused the flame of his cigarette onto a metal pang on the bench. “There’s nothing that needs to be said.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” A penguin came to the left side of the bench and stared at Conductor for a moment. “It’s not my fault that someone conned us by selling two identical deeds to the studio.”

“You should’ve known better,” Conductor said under his breath.

“You should have, too...” DJ Grooves took a deep breath. “May I sit down?”

Conductor paused for a moment. He looked over at the penguin for a moment. This was the most he’s seen of him all week. He grumbled to himself before scooting over to the right.

Grooves smiled a bit before sitting down next to Conductor. “... My name’s Darrel James Grooves, by the way. I don’t think we were ever on a first name basis before.”

Conductor looked down to the ground. “Conductor,” he muttered. “My name’s Conductor.”

“Oh, that can’t be your real name, darling. That’s an occupation.” Grooves hung his head back and looked up at the stars. “I actually got to take a look at the deeds the other day. I believe I saw the name Chelsea on yours. I can’t say I ever saw a gentleman like yourself with a name li-...”

“Clerical error!” Conductor exclaimed, cutting Grooves off. “Just a... clerical error. T-they... when I told them my name... they thought it was Chelsea. I-it’s Wesley.”

Grooves stared at the owl for a moment. He was very confused, wondering why someone so rude and callous was suddenly nervous and stuttering. Was it because of the clerical err-...

... Why would there be a clerical error? I gave my name in writing. Why would he give his name verbal-...

Grooves looked at the details of the owl more closely. His suit hid it well, but there were some... features that were suddenly catching Grooves’ eyes. Something he didn’t notice before. “Wesley, huh?” Grooves leaned back on the bench and rested his arm on the bench right behind Conductor. “Well, Wesley. I can just tell that we’re going to be good friends.”

Moonpuppet almost doesn’t notice, until the last minute, when he goes to take some more himself.