[In all honesty, something like this is pretty unfamiliar territory for Ochako. It's just not part of her routine, even if of course therapy and helpful ways to cope do exist in her world. They just haven't really been...presented to her all that much. And of course she has her own (very bad) ways of coping with things as well - mostly compartmentalizing them. Not...good. Not at all good, and she's somewhat aware. Only a little, though enough so that she's deciding to give this a shot. Mostly because this poor girl has quite a few worries she would love to get rid of, or at least deal with far better than she has been.

Besides, origami is a really relaxing art form, and of course Ochako knows how to fold paper. E-Even if the paper she's working on is supposedly going to fold itself. She's a bit wary of the 'monster' part of this whole ordeal, being a bit of a frady-cat when it comes to spooks and specters, but...she's dealt with enough here already to be a little conditioned to it. Kind of. Either way, she actually has to mull over what her worries are, chewing her lip and taking a deep breath before writing down a few words on the paper:

Failure - I feel angry, sad, disappointed. Like I could have, SHOULD have done more. It makes me feel guilty...
Weakness - I need to be stronger. People look down on me because of how I appear, or how I act. I don't want to change who I am, but I want people to believe in what I can do.
Money - Not for me. I want to make sure the people I care about can be happy, not stressed, or worrying about what to eat, or bills, or whatever. I want to work hard to support them.
Being forgotten - I'm scared. It's almost been a year since I arrived. How long will I stay here? Will I grow old in this world? What if my family doesn't recognize me? What if people leave all over again? What if I'm the only one left? I'm so scared...

And once she's finished the last word, depserately tempted to scribble it out, the words all vanish, the papers snap out of her hands and mesh together, moving and twisting and folding up into a different shape. A paper fox appears and dashes away, presumably to find its match. Ochako doesn't really...know what to do now. She's anxious, nervous, a little bit sick and shaky. This isn't something she's used to - talking about her worries so openly. She usually keeps them to herself - that's how she lived her life. Don't be a burden to anyone else, don't lay your problems onto the shoulders of others. Be silent and endure. That's how her culture is. So when she's scooped up by her now massive little worry monster, she's...doubly scared. Doubly scared and nervous and sick to admit all her flaws and fears and worries and weaknesses and--

Perhaps this wasn't a good idea.]

[WHO IN THE HECKIE DECKIE THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!

Ochako really didn't know what she expected being ushered into a haunted art galley by some overzealous people from Celliwig - perhaps mages who wanted to show off their skill a bit - but here she is and by god, she is not happy about it. Probably given that the poor thing is clawing and whimpering and trying to yank the handle of the door clean off when it's closed behind her and whoever she got paired up with.

Why? Why ghosts? Why HAUNTED?? Just...why?

After a bit (a lot) of coaxing, Ochako will brave this haunted art gallery to the best of her abilities, but boy howdy she is on edge. When eyes in paintings follow her, she whimpers, when shadows or pictures move in the corners of the frames, she scuttles closer to her partner. The worst of the worst being that one famous painting quite literally screaming the moment anyone passes it by - as if being able to detect motion. The hideous yowl makes ochako shriek, and her kinetic magic activates as well. Like a cat with a cucumber, poor Ochako literally yeets herself into the air, covering her face and maybe crying a little.

She hates this shit, okay?? Did not sign up for it. A-At least it's harmless...f-for her, anyway. When a sculpture moves to tap her on the shoulder and say a soft "boo", Ochako howls and just fucking clocks it with in the jaw.

Attempt to calm her own or ugly laugh at her distress, this is quite literally more entertaining than the exhibit, really.]

[Okay, so...this is creepy, but in a very Uncanny Valley sort of way. When Ochako first grasped one of the dolls needed to complete the task, it suddenly sprung to life and attempted to bite her, all while taking on her visage. Of course she let out a yelp and released the little thing, watching it scurry away, giggling like a mad thing. It's so bizarre and creepy, but not to the point where Ochako can't chase after the darned thing. Cursed dolls are definitely a thing in her mythos, but so long as it doesn't start getting, erm...n-nailed to anything, she might be okay! HOPEFULLY!!! Not gonna think too hard about it. 8Db

Either way, Ochako thinks she's cornered her little dolly between a cropping of fused trees, keeping herself low and arms out, lunging forward to grab it--]

I've got yo--oooohhhEEEEHH?!

[The tree sudden;y comes alive and Ochako's world is turned topsy-turvy. A root from the tree-mimic curls around her ankle suddenly and up the girl goes, squealing and struggling to free herself. This sort of thing wouldn't be all that horrible, really, but Ochako decided to dress up, of course. Because if there's ever and opportunity to do so, she's usually going to take it. Ochako doesn't get the chance to doll (no pun intended) herself up much, so when opporunity comes knocking, she's the first to open the door.

This time, however, it's come to bite her in the ass a bit, because while her outfit was rather adorable, it was still a dress. Ochako curses, loudly and rather uncharacteristically, and holds the skirt of her dress in place, trying to kick at the root holding her ankle with her free leg.]

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