Serge winces. "It's fine, I've gotten hurt worse, but uh. I'd still kind of appreciate it if you could maybe help me patch this up, Klonoa." He rubs his eyes, trying to will the spots away. "How'd they catch us by surprise like that, anyway?" He sighs, looking at the other side of the room... where a door stands ajar. "It's pretty clear they think they're in the right in doing... whatever this is. I dunno what 'Calamity-marked' means, but there's a mystery going on around here and we're gonna get to the bottom of it. And... hopefully also fix this... whatever this is."

Serge rubs at his shoulder, thankful for Klonoa's attentions. That issue taken care of, he leads the way to the open door, ready to [Parry] an attack that's coming as he crosses the threshold... into a completely different area of the museum. There's sewing supplies and doll parts and barrels of stuffing all over a central area, with seating around it. Some kind of medical theater for dolls?

Serge has little time to appreciate the environs, however. The second the last person's feet cross the threshold, there's that sense of vertigo and distortion again as the world fades...

And when it comes back into focus again, the party, recovering from a slight bout of sudden unconsciousness, finds that their fabric and porcelain have been replaced, once more, with flesh and blood. And amid scattered sewing supplies is a suspicious package, wrapped in brightly-colored paper, with a design that suggests it's something from the Gift Shop.

"Wha... okay. That was... disorienting. Good news: magic doll trap seems to have worn off. Bad news, this hurts a lot more than it did. Ow."